Why am I back here? I suppose I’m afraid. Afraid that it’s all just empty. All the crap I fill my mind with to keep me going. It’s all just illusory. Most of it’s fantasy, and what isn’t is hollow.
And maybe sensing this makes me afraid. Because maybe humans need to believe in goals to survive and thrive. Maybe we need to believe that this one thing we’re focusing on will make everything worthwhile. Because if we lose that belief, then why do anything? Why not just lay down and die?
Apathy is a threat to survival. Maybe that is why I’m afraid.
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HI thehusk, I wanted to comment on this earlier but couldn’t think of any thing productive to say that didn’t sound like flat out platitudes. You deserve better than platitudes. Maybe all I can say is the crap you fill your head with isn’t crap at all. Don’t lay down and die, keep fighting.