Life can be literally anything you want it to. I could become and be anyone I wanted and do anything. Not only am I healthy and young, I am also from a well-off family and have had a life of safety, freedom and opportunity. No matter what I think about life reality and the world, or whatever I think I know about those things... No matter how bad things get I can still choose to love and work on myself to be better. But instead I choose to be a pessimistic faggot that blames anything that can be identified as an object, person or circumstance. Because if this isn't the case, how come I haven't solved my life by now then?
And I really wish I wasn't so stupid of a human caricature that observing all of this in me I had the ability to tackle my faults and change for the better.
I know I'm wasting my life. I know I have moments of weakness and crutches. I know that not changing is spiritual death. I only don't know if I want to truly change. If change will be worth it.
The argument is that no matter how muscular or cool or succcesful I get, I a mere man cannot escape or free himself from the trappings of this modern post-industrial techno-surveillance system of today, living among cowardly foolish peasants and abiding by the same rules posited by the ruling class in this democracy charade.
I already lost weight, got fit, read books, developed skills and aptitude and everything else, once and fell into despair many times. I just said "It'll get better". And here I am, back in the hole. And every time I got back up, the fall hurt more. And I can't get up anymore this time. Maybe I learned, like every young man eventually does, that this is it. And just become a cynic absurdist wagie yes-man. Taking solace in cigarette breaks and naps in front of the TV. From fantasies and "aspirations", to ON / OFF decorated with sarcasm.
I have never been weaker than I am now. And I don't see the point in being strong anymore. I am running out of convincing arguments to not let go.
And I really wish I wasn't so stupid of a human caricature that observing all of this in me I had the ability to tackle my faults and change for the better.
I know I'm wasting my life. I know I have moments of weakness and crutches. I know that not changing is spiritual death. I only don't know if I want to truly change. If change will be worth it.
The argument is that no matter how muscular or cool or succcesful I get, I a mere man cannot escape or free himself from the trappings of this modern post-industrial techno-surveillance system of today, living among cowardly foolish peasants and abiding by the same rules posited by the ruling class in this democracy charade.
I already lost weight, got fit, read books, developed skills and aptitude and everything else, once and fell into despair many times. I just said "It'll get better". And here I am, back in the hole. And every time I got back up, the fall hurt more. And I can't get up anymore this time. Maybe I learned, like every young man eventually does, that this is it. And just become a cynic absurdist wagie yes-man. Taking solace in cigarette breaks and naps in front of the TV. From fantasies and "aspirations", to ON / OFF decorated with sarcasm.
I have never been weaker than I am now. And I don't see the point in being strong anymore. I am running out of convincing arguments to not let go.