Lobo
Fallen Angel
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Title… once again, I feel the weakening force of defeat as I browse .is at 8pm. Well well well if it hasn’t become a habit to browse this forum and the SuicideWatch sub on Soyddit every time I get in my car after my college classes are over
A constant reminder of what I’ll never be. The impending doom of a consciousness that is misaligned with the body and exterior world.
And I will quote Saint Hamudi here:
“I was born and my life was over”.
You could argue this isn’t true, but look at it another way, you could say “I was born and the potential for a truly good life was over” and it renders completely true. Are you okay with a less than ideal life simply because you weren’t lucky enough to be naturally good enough in the areas where it truly matters?
I hate the idea of self-improvement. It’s the ultimate cry for help. How are you supposed to be ok with knowing you’re inherently not good enough as you currently are and have never been? Ok, let’s go some years back before the world turned you into a hateful person. Same thing. (for any retards here giving shit to hateful brocels you need to understand the reason you’re not “hateful” and they are is because there’s still some hope in you, even if just a little. They don’t. You’re no better than them for that). How do you improve your height? Your face? Your frame? Your bone structure? Your race?
Self-improvement for sub-8= desperately trying to deny and outrun the truth of the now: you’re meaningless and unnecessary. You need to find that missing value outside of you because otherwise you are not enough and will never be. Be it gym, money, personality. It’s the culmination of copes. And then you’re supposed to outlook the fact that the only reason that beauty is with you is because you’re rich, or because you have a high-status.
How can some people be ok with themselves knowing the brutally honest truth of their situation? I assume it’s fear of contemplating their own frailty.
Let me know your thoughts…
Out.
A constant reminder of what I’ll never be. The impending doom of a consciousness that is misaligned with the body and exterior world.
And I will quote Saint Hamudi here:
“I was born and my life was over”.
You could argue this isn’t true, but look at it another way, you could say “I was born and the potential for a truly good life was over” and it renders completely true. Are you okay with a less than ideal life simply because you weren’t lucky enough to be naturally good enough in the areas where it truly matters?
I hate the idea of self-improvement. It’s the ultimate cry for help. How are you supposed to be ok with knowing you’re inherently not good enough as you currently are and have never been? Ok, let’s go some years back before the world turned you into a hateful person. Same thing. (for any retards here giving shit to hateful brocels you need to understand the reason you’re not “hateful” and they are is because there’s still some hope in you, even if just a little. They don’t. You’re no better than them for that). How do you improve your height? Your face? Your frame? Your bone structure? Your race?
Self-improvement for sub-8= desperately trying to deny and outrun the truth of the now: you’re meaningless and unnecessary. You need to find that missing value outside of you because otherwise you are not enough and will never be. Be it gym, money, personality. It’s the culmination of copes. And then you’re supposed to outlook the fact that the only reason that beauty is with you is because you’re rich, or because you have a high-status.
How can some people be ok with themselves knowing the brutally honest truth of their situation? I assume it’s fear of contemplating their own frailty.
Let me know your thoughts…
Out.