Venting Just what comes to my mind right now

[Belkon]

A sensation of emptiness pervades my body each day. I rise, nourishing myself with hopes and goals, yet the following day, I realize that no matter how much effort I put into something, I will never attain a life that can fulfill what is lacking within me. I imagine that everyone here must, in some way, understand this. Once you are incapable of loving your own image, once you have been shaped by the conviction that you are not the ideal, and reflect a class of individuals who are not permitted to dream excessively without suffering greatly in return.

 

[LunarEc]

You described it so well, better than I ever could.

 

[lost_one]

Well I fucking hate plato, but like he says the "the essense of things, their ideal version, where they are immutable (unchangeable) and eternal only exists within the world of ideas" in reality everything is flawed and has room for improvent, seeking perfectiong is like drying ice, pointless.

But I do understand this feeling you talk about, to me it is essencially fear and anxiety, "what if I get the perfect life, and still feel miserable", the thing is we don't know anything for sure, I don't know if I will ever be at all happy, but I feel I must keep trying at least for now.

also side note: you write very well, congrats.