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> 25
> Empty Resume
> Summer Job
> Degree in limbo
> No friends
> Fat Kissless Virgin
> Depressed/Suicidal since forever


By any societal standards I am as fucked as it gets minus the handicapped.


Thing is, none of it really matters. It's all a game we play, we compare ourselves to an ever changing irrealistic ideal we call normal then prohect our own insecurity onto others to make ourselves feel better...then complain about others doing the same. This is mad, see?

You, me and everyone else are the same. We are all part of the Universe, part of the infinite. There is no real reason to worry about points in this game. There is no reason to have a secondary stream of consciousness question another. Think of it. Who are "you"? The mind behind the eyes? Who is the voice in your head? Is that what defines you? Is 'you' not just a construct? What exactly defines...you? Are you not just matter at a certain complex frequency as is anything else? Is the world not just a compilation of your reactions to stimuli? Do you truly control your actions? I mean when you're reading this are you telling 'yourself' to read this or are you just...reading? When you move a finger, have 'you' told your 'body' to move your finger? If so then who told your mind to tell your body thought? Or did you just move your finger? Why worry about such a small thing?

Who honestly gives a fuck if a fellow human earns more pieces of paper printed by other fellow human beings who claimed that they have a value and that that is law?

Life is not a race, there is no goal. Like the streams of consciousness that wash in and out of your body, like the process of reading is just reading, seeing is just seeing and moving is just moving, living is just living.

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