Venting I don't think we were made for this

[Açucarzinho583]

I wake up every day with the same feeling: an overwhelming emptiness that constantly reminds me of how alone I am. I feel like, at some point, life lost its direction, and I was left behind, isolated in a world where everyone seems to be running toward something, but I... I just stayed still.

The pressure to succeed, to become someone I'm not even sure I want to be, is suffocating. No matter how hard I try, it always feels like I'm behind everyone else. They say success is the key to happiness, but what is success, really? A job I hate? A car I don't need? A house full of things I never use?

And then there's the sedentary lifestyle. My body has been stuck in this chair, moving just enough to maintain the illusion that I'm alive. I watch others live their lives instead of living mine. Time passes, but nothing changes, and I'm still trapped here.

I don't think we were made for this. We weren't made to live in isolation, trapped in a routine that consumes us. We weren't made to measure our worth by what we own or by the success others say we should achieve. We weren't made to be machines of consumption, without soul, without heart, without life.

 

[Kadaver]

I feel this a lot. I don't really want the idea of success that everyone trys to sell me. I don't want to own my own house or car; they both seem like a waste of money. There isn't anything I'm particularly passionate about anymore so I don't even know what career to pursue. I don't want to work at some dead-end job for the rest of my life just so I can afford to survive. And that doesn't even factor in any gender-affirming care that I really need to be truly happy.

All I want is to live with someone who loves me as much as I love them and just be happy