Every single choice, each small everyday cowardice of yours, has been part of this mechanism to shelter yourself from your self-hate. Spit all your venom, poison every well in the world — even in the Nothingness of God it would still be you, and you’d hate yourself for eternity.
How old are you, 20, 25, 30? and still having achieved nothing and dreamed little, you are here, distilling your poison, spewing your ressentiment at the life and the fun that is going on outside, beyond, far beyond your grasp. And so you spit: “it’s all trash, I hate it anyway". Its over.
How old are you, 20, 25, 30? and still having achieved nothing and dreamed little, you are here, distilling your poison, spewing your ressentiment at the life and the fun that is going on outside, beyond, far beyond your grasp. And so you spit: “it’s all trash, I hate it anyway". Its over.
