I have always tried to figure out why it is that so many people say that life is too short. To me, that is only something that happy people say. I openly admit that my point of view is biased by the darkness within me. Having said that, it actually seems to me like life is too long. For someone who is alone and consumed by darkness, what would be the point of living a long life of that nature? It simply prolongs the pain and suffering. It makes me wish I were living back in the 1930's where life expectancy was significantly shorter
On a related topic, I am also trying to figure out why it is that so many people say that life is so great. Again, to me, that is only something that happy people say. If you really think about it, you spend a majority of your life doing things you have to or do not want to (e.g. going to school, going to work). The few bright moments are so few and far between that it makes me wonder what is the point of anything
I am at a point in my life where I no longer know what to do. I have pretty much given up on the dream I have been chasing since the first day of 6th grade (of course at the time I did not realize it). All these years later, I am no closer to my dream than I was back then. Last year I finally decided to let my dream go (my dark side won) and now with nothing to aim for, I feel lost. It is a very strange feeling. Even in my darkest hour I still had my dream to shoot for, even if I did not feel like I would ever get there. Now I find myself not caring about most things. I can feel myself changing, but not for the better. People always say things will get better but they have not. They have not ever since that fateful first day of 6th grade
On a related topic, I am also trying to figure out why it is that so many people say that life is so great. Again, to me, that is only something that happy people say. If you really think about it, you spend a majority of your life doing things you have to or do not want to (e.g. going to school, going to work). The few bright moments are so few and far between that it makes me wonder what is the point of anything
I am at a point in my life where I no longer know what to do. I have pretty much given up on the dream I have been chasing since the first day of 6th grade (of course at the time I did not realize it). All these years later, I am no closer to my dream than I was back then. Last year I finally decided to let my dream go (my dark side won) and now with nothing to aim for, I feel lost. It is a very strange feeling. Even in my darkest hour I still had my dream to shoot for, even if I did not feel like I would ever get there. Now I find myself not caring about most things. I can feel myself changing, but not for the better. People always say things will get better but they have not. They have not ever since that fateful first day of 6th grade