faust
lost among the stars
- Jan 26, 2020
- 3,138
To begin with, I'm the kind of person who approaches everything logically, but acts as the heart tells.
I've been trying to understand for a long time, what if my situation can be somehow fixed. Making the unbiased analysis, I constantly come to the same conclusion - it would be much better for me to die.
Some reasons to stay seem too far-fetched, because when I think rationally, all aspirations are obviously doomed to failure.
Anyway, what is the point of eking out existence, when even logical chains tell me otherwise.
The only thing I would like before death is to enjoy life, because I have never lived - I simply exist. As if I'm living a completely vicarious life. University, work, career ... Is it really important? In general, I dreamed of traveling the world, without permanent residence, as it was intended for a real ascetic, writing books, music. For me, happiness was in romanticism. But how can I live like this, when in the first months of the trip I will simply lose the opportunity to cross the border, all my accounts will be frozen and eventually I will be deported sooner or later. And creativity is not limited to writing books - now it is a long procedure.
Even if I fail the first CTB attempt, what can they tell me? Live as you like and enjoy life? Make your dreams come true? No, my dreams were crushed, chewed and thrown into the dustbin of history.
Perhaps I came here for a greater purpose, but all my attempts turn out to be a failure.
All my talents seem to be worthless in this world.
When I see the light at the end of the tunnel, the clatter of the train immediately becomes audible. And when the last carriage goes off into the distance, I begin my journey as if from the beginning.
If I ever be buried, they will say a lot of things about how kind, good and helpful I was. But they will not say that I never lived my own life.
I've been trying to understand for a long time, what if my situation can be somehow fixed. Making the unbiased analysis, I constantly come to the same conclusion - it would be much better for me to die.
Some reasons to stay seem too far-fetched, because when I think rationally, all aspirations are obviously doomed to failure.
Anyway, what is the point of eking out existence, when even logical chains tell me otherwise.
The only thing I would like before death is to enjoy life, because I have never lived - I simply exist. As if I'm living a completely vicarious life. University, work, career ... Is it really important? In general, I dreamed of traveling the world, without permanent residence, as it was intended for a real ascetic, writing books, music. For me, happiness was in romanticism. But how can I live like this, when in the first months of the trip I will simply lose the opportunity to cross the border, all my accounts will be frozen and eventually I will be deported sooner or later. And creativity is not limited to writing books - now it is a long procedure.
Even if I fail the first CTB attempt, what can they tell me? Live as you like and enjoy life? Make your dreams come true? No, my dreams were crushed, chewed and thrown into the dustbin of history.
Perhaps I came here for a greater purpose, but all my attempts turn out to be a failure.
All my talents seem to be worthless in this world.
When I see the light at the end of the tunnel, the clatter of the train immediately becomes audible. And when the last carriage goes off into the distance, I begin my journey as if from the beginning.
If I ever be buried, they will say a lot of things about how kind, good and helpful I was. But they will not say that I never lived my own life.