Esoteric7
Volcel because I won’t fuck your mum
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If the following apply to you:
• Ugly
• Manlet
• KHHV
• Non-NT
• Poor
• Haven’t careermaxxed
• NEETbuxxing
• Estranged
• No family
• No friends
• Lonely
• Childhood trauma
In the grand scheme of time and space, our sufferings do not matter. The pain of our struggles fade into insignificance when measured against the ageless sweep of galaxies. In recognizing this you can find solace.
The events inside the average male lifespan of 70 years appear as atomic vignettes against the timeless expanse and cosmic apathy. In this perspective, the idea of significance becomes an illusion, a construct we impose on the void.
The weight of our sufferings, once perceived as monumental, appears as nothing more than a mere mirage - an ephemeral projection against the vast expanse of the cosmos.
The relentless march of time erodes the significance we attach to our suffering. This erosion beckons us to reassess the gravity we assign to our sufferings, recognizing them as inconsequential that is neither condemned nor celebrated by the cosmic forces that govern.
You can find relief in this recognition - that our time on this cosmic stage is faster than the blink of an eye. This realization offers the chance to navigate the cruelty of this life with irony, finding meaning in the act of living itself, despite the timeless void that awaits us after death - a length of time that stretches beyond the limits of our understanding.
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#whatnopussydoestoamf
• Ugly
• Manlet
• KHHV
• Non-NT
• Poor
• Haven’t careermaxxed
• NEETbuxxing
• Estranged
• No family
• No friends
• Lonely
• Childhood trauma
In the grand scheme of time and space, our sufferings do not matter. The pain of our struggles fade into insignificance when measured against the ageless sweep of galaxies. In recognizing this you can find solace.
The events inside the average male lifespan of 70 years appear as atomic vignettes against the timeless expanse and cosmic apathy. In this perspective, the idea of significance becomes an illusion, a construct we impose on the void.
The weight of our sufferings, once perceived as monumental, appears as nothing more than a mere mirage - an ephemeral projection against the vast expanse of the cosmos.
The relentless march of time erodes the significance we attach to our suffering. This erosion beckons us to reassess the gravity we assign to our sufferings, recognizing them as inconsequential that is neither condemned nor celebrated by the cosmic forces that govern.
You can find relief in this recognition - that our time on this cosmic stage is faster than the blink of an eye. This realization offers the chance to navigate the cruelty of this life with irony, finding meaning in the act of living itself, despite the timeless void that awaits us after death - a length of time that stretches beyond the limits of our understanding.
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#whatnopussydoestoamf
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