The Stars Are Scattered [Schopenhauer's Reading Notes]

I listened to yesterday once more before going to bed, but in fact yesterday will never come back. We no longer accept eternal farewell every moment. Every yesterday's self has died, and yesterday's feelings have died. We call the things that run through life ideals and beliefs. This is the most pessimistic and realistic definition I have of them. —— Reading notes about Schopenhauer.