/lit/ - Literature

Nietzsche was right about everything, hope is the worst of all evils.

People love the internet even and especially when it ceases to love them back because it's the distraction of distractions, and distractions are today's substitute for hope as we're all nihilists or positivists or whatever even if in denial. The internet is so much worse than it was, and any satisfaction therein all but gone, but we'll do anything to not look directly into the abyss before us, because the moment you make that eye contact you need to think about life in practical immediate terms, which is the last thing anyone wants to do. There's so many things I know I should do, and that I can do if only in some abstract technical sense. But I don't do them. Instead I look at anything else. Isn't this what's meant by life denying? I've lived my entire so called life this way, it's so hard in some inexplicable way to do anything, I never learned to learn, I want to want, and here at the end I realize there's nowhere to begin. It's not too late, but I want it to be, because with every passing moment what's demanded of me, what should be done, it grows while my potential and strength shrink in proportion. I'm so tired yet I've never done anything. I'd give anything to be 20 again to waste a few more moments in that buffer against reality called youth. Nothing would change likely, but I yearn for reprieve, and is that not why I'm writing this, to put a moment between me and starting...

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One cannot be made happy, one can only be happy.