Sometimes it just feels like what you thought was your purpose in this life has been buried under the weight of the expectations of others
or leftover guilt
or a series of catastrophically poor decisions.
And you look around and see it all:
the beauty
and horror
the good
and the awful
and you hate yourself for taking advantage of your peace and safety and relative health, complaining instead that you're lonely and lost.
But sometimes, man,
sometimes you just don't want to get out of bed because you know that it all:
the beauty
and horror
the good
and awful
the loneliness
and questioning
the self-disgust
is going to be there until the end of time, and your body is gathering rust, it's so heavy, pinned under all of that weight
(stupid brain so concerned with the micro and macro)
so you roll over and try to black it all out.
I mean, you have to keep going.
You have to.
Other people do.
People suffer every day and keep going.
There is nothing special or urgent or interesting or even particularly DESERVED when it comes to your silly problems.
But it doesn't mean that they're not there.
The whole world is suffering, and we don't know where the band aids are.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Sometimes it just feels like what you thought was your purpose in this life has been buried under the weight of the expectations of others
or leftover guilt
or a series of catastrophically poor decisions.
And you look around and see it all:
the beauty
and horror
the good
and the awful
and you hate yourself for taking advantage of your peace and safety and relative health, complaining instead that you're lonely and lost.
But sometimes, man,
sometimes you just don't want to get out of bed because you know that it all:
the beauty
and horror
the good
and awful
the loneliness
and questioning
the self-disgust
is going to be there until the end of time, and your body is gathering rust, it's so heavy, pinned under all of that weight
(stupid brain so concerned with the micro and macro)
so you roll over and try to black it all out.
I mean, you have to keep going.
You have to.
Other people do.
People suffer every day and keep going.
There is nothing special or urgent or interesting or even particularly DESERVED when it comes to your silly problems.
But it doesn't mean that they're not there.
The whole world is suffering, and we don't know where the band aids are.
