I don't know about outlooks on life (pessimistic, cynical, optomistic, naive, etc.) but I have learned to enjoy the beautiful things. A beautiful day, an attractive woman, a delicious meal, good conversation, a satisfying beer, the feeling of safety, a smoky gaze, a delighted laugh--I better stop, I'm sounding like a mushy poet. But really, there is poetry in life, and sometimes we have to be reminded it's there, even if it's right under our noses, because that poetry is often obscured by the smog of our daily drudgeries.
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"The idea that money doesn't buy you happiness is a lie put about by the rich, to stop the poor from killing them." -- Michael Caine
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