/lit/ - Literature

The ways of the world are unknown to me but for one aspect, it’s mystic cruelty. The world has a way of making us feel empty, lost, tortured. No matter what anyone does, there will be a deep pain to it eventually. If not now later, it is utterly unavoidable. This isn't to say the world is nothing but pain or that we are in a pointless void of hurt but that we will never be satisfied, for that we will always despair.

IS IT CRINGE?