I'm finding myself being more accepting of how awful the world, myself and my fellow humans are. I used to get mad, embarrassed, and or disgusted but now I just have some bittersweet melancholic acceptance of it. I don't see a happy ever after ending for us as a species, those with the power to change our course have no intention of doing so and I don't think the rest of us would accept what it would take to save us. Stephen Fry said we're building sandcastles with our backs to the sea, well I feel like a parent watching the kids have fun before it all gets washed away.
Somehow I think being suicidal gives you a different perspective on things, I don't care for anything anymore, nothing excited me and only the prospect of real schizophrenic madness scares me. I almost pity "normal" people for not seeing our silly it all is, how fragile we all are and how briefly we are here even if we don't want to be.
Somehow I think being suicidal gives you a different perspective on things, I don't care for anything anymore, nothing excited me and only the prospect of real schizophrenic madness scares me. I almost pity "normal" people for not seeing our silly it all is, how fragile we all are and how briefly we are here even if we don't want to be.
