ecmnesia
the only thing humans are equal in is death
- Aug 30, 2020
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no matter where I run away to.
i could leave it all behind, parents, college, obligations, friends. i could start all over someone. i can even dare to dream that maybe I'd be able to overcome the horrors that I've seen and start from scratch. could fly across the ocean. cut ties with everyone and everything, perhaps even with my current self.
but would that change things?
the world would still be the same and sooner or later the despair i felt regarding existence would creep in. misery, poverty, injustice, violence, selfishness. none of those things would vanish at my will. I could dedicate a whole live to try and fix things, nontheless the result would be the same: i am nothing but a drop in this ocean filled with despair and pain.
perhaps i do want to live. perhaps i don't really want to die. it's not as simple as not killing myself, though. what I want is a life where I am not impotent, where my actions arent pointless, where I can find meaning, even if fabricated through illusions, where pain is not rule, but the exception. an utopia, if you will. I want to live, but not here.
does this make sense? i don't know. but deep within me, it's what I feel.
i could leave it all behind, parents, college, obligations, friends. i could start all over someone. i can even dare to dream that maybe I'd be able to overcome the horrors that I've seen and start from scratch. could fly across the ocean. cut ties with everyone and everything, perhaps even with my current self.
but would that change things?
the world would still be the same and sooner or later the despair i felt regarding existence would creep in. misery, poverty, injustice, violence, selfishness. none of those things would vanish at my will. I could dedicate a whole live to try and fix things, nontheless the result would be the same: i am nothing but a drop in this ocean filled with despair and pain.
perhaps i do want to live. perhaps i don't really want to die. it's not as simple as not killing myself, though. what I want is a life where I am not impotent, where my actions arent pointless, where I can find meaning, even if fabricated through illusions, where pain is not rule, but the exception. an utopia, if you will. I want to live, but not here.
does this make sense? i don't know. but deep within me, it's what I feel.