Dead beat dad
Enlightened
- Mar 5, 2019
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So time for what in my head I think is a grim truth, but is actually more like the whining of a selfish fool.
Tomorrow I have another birthday, this one (40) is supposed to be significant but like all birthdays it's painful.
I'm not sure I can fully explain, because I couldn't say in my own mind I entirely understand, but at the age of 39 I never considered I would live this long.
I'm too tired of living but scared of dying (a lament I repeat ad nauseum) to act on my urges to do myself in.
Every birthday is a reminder of what I have failed to achieve, of all of my foolishness, my weakness, my stupidity, my selfishness, my self loathing and all of the other putrid filth that is my composition.
I am wretched, and with each passing year I become more so.
I weep for the past, am paralysed by the present and terrified of the future. It has been this way for as long as I can remember.
I am both scared and comforted by the concept that relative to all of space and time, I am less than the blink of an eye in a nano second. As is the whole world, the universe and everything in it.
There is no place for me in this infinite cosmos, because in the vastness of infinity there is no infinity, nothing is relative, in fact all there is, is nothing.
Not cold, not hot. Not love not hate. Not light not dark. There is nothing, nothing is all there is.
Tl;dr
Many happy returns to me sob sob
Love and respect brothers and sisters
DBD
Tomorrow I have another birthday, this one (40) is supposed to be significant but like all birthdays it's painful.
I'm not sure I can fully explain, because I couldn't say in my own mind I entirely understand, but at the age of 39 I never considered I would live this long.
I'm too tired of living but scared of dying (a lament I repeat ad nauseum) to act on my urges to do myself in.
Every birthday is a reminder of what I have failed to achieve, of all of my foolishness, my weakness, my stupidity, my selfishness, my self loathing and all of the other putrid filth that is my composition.
I am wretched, and with each passing year I become more so.
I weep for the past, am paralysed by the present and terrified of the future. It has been this way for as long as I can remember.
I am both scared and comforted by the concept that relative to all of space and time, I am less than the blink of an eye in a nano second. As is the whole world, the universe and everything in it.
There is no place for me in this infinite cosmos, because in the vastness of infinity there is no infinity, nothing is relative, in fact all there is, is nothing.
Not cold, not hot. Not love not hate. Not light not dark. There is nothing, nothing is all there is.
Tl;dr
Many happy returns to me sob sob
Love and respect brothers and sisters
DBD