
SchrodingerIsDed
Strength fades; Trust Shatters in Shadows of Fear.
- Feb 17, 2025
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I consider myself a strong individual. Yet, moments arise when it feels like the world is crashing down, sometimes lasting hours, days, or even weeks. I return to my stable baseline, maintaining internal strength despite external chaos. But when I break, I shatter—and I loathe that.
I'm resourceful, primarily by learning from others. I'm astounded by the depth of knowledge on this forum. In desperate moments, though, I find nothing to cling to but a longing to end the pain. My pride tells me to fight on, but I often question the point. I refuse to be controlled, yet I feel utterly helpless.
I reflect on my past apathy—almost evil—not from malicious acts but from inaction during my addictions. I rationalize that my former "evil" came from not understanding the value of being good. I sought death thoughtlessly because I felt worthless.
I try to fight against that. I try to find or create meaning where I can, but I always have an underlying current of nihilism and despondence at the tragedy of the world. Not just for myself, but for all of you. And all sentient beings who have to endure this absurdity.
It's ironic; when I was lost in darkness, everyone wanted to help. Now that I seek the light, it seems others want to hurt me. Perhaps I was meant for the shadows—like a vampire trying to grasp the sun.
Still, it's all just clouds in the sky. Humanity is a painting, beautiful in its tragedy, sometimes in deep red, where even pain can be artistic.
What about you? Is it constant or intermittent?
I'm resourceful, primarily by learning from others. I'm astounded by the depth of knowledge on this forum. In desperate moments, though, I find nothing to cling to but a longing to end the pain. My pride tells me to fight on, but I often question the point. I refuse to be controlled, yet I feel utterly helpless.
I reflect on my past apathy—almost evil—not from malicious acts but from inaction during my addictions. I rationalize that my former "evil" came from not understanding the value of being good. I sought death thoughtlessly because I felt worthless.
I try to fight against that. I try to find or create meaning where I can, but I always have an underlying current of nihilism and despondence at the tragedy of the world. Not just for myself, but for all of you. And all sentient beings who have to endure this absurdity.
It's ironic; when I was lost in darkness, everyone wanted to help. Now that I seek the light, it seems others want to hurt me. Perhaps I was meant for the shadows—like a vampire trying to grasp the sun.
Still, it's all just clouds in the sky. Humanity is a painting, beautiful in its tragedy, sometimes in deep red, where even pain can be artistic.
What about you? Is it constant or intermittent?