Forever I will be dragged down by my cognitive capabilities and exempt from my deepest aspirations. I will never easily learn concepts or creatively design anything, I will never have an original thought or a profound revelation. I won't become successful and have the privilege of financial freedom, these qualities are for the fortunate, whether they are directly presented, achieved through cognitive ability, or any other uncontrollable genetic or outside influence. I am doomed to a life of general misery, where I am plagued by agonizing thoughts, and dreaming every night of unachievable realities where my life is far better. I hate those who are around me, their demeanor, actions, and social interaction provoke senseless hatred within me. I wish I would've started earlier, I wish I had real talents and obsessions, everything is dull and arid, I love nothing nor do I feel passion towards anything. I am simply a vessel of meaningless productivity, In which nothing is truly created nor achieved within me or around me. I hope the worst for the future of humanity where we are all destroyed, and there is no god to save us. The purest idea of bliss is one where you know no bliss, where you were never there to experience the contrast of bad or good, where there are no requirements to live nor physical limitations, where you have no conscious mind to plague you with despair. Bliss is where you never existed, and you are at peace.
