It’s bleak. All of the impending disasters, decay of anything half-decent, lack of rest. I’m stuck in this place designed only to pump profit from people. There’s no other place.
It won’t get better. Unless it collapses and something else takes its place. Would get caught in the collapse anyways.
Why try to be happy in an environment so poor? Any hope, any happiness is tainted with inevitable failure.
I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of being told to try. I’m tired of people, blind to the horrors that surround them, telling me “It’ll work out!”
For who?
The past hasn’t been worthwhile, the future won’t be either.
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I know what you mean. All of the natural disasters, poverty, disease, etc etc makes it really hard to see past tomorrow. I constantly worry about the end of the world, I’m not sure why I dwell on it as much as I do.
Dwelling on it is a totally appropriate response. It’s not good for happiness, but how can we ignore it? That would be callous, heartless.
The end is near. Anyone can see it now. Im just trying to embrace it at this point because heaven has got to be so much better than this life of hell.
There is hell on earth – big time – and there is some (some) heaven on earth. But yeah, heaven will be excellent.