The only way you could ever know what to do in life is to follow your passions – but what really drives them?
In the nihilistic vacuum betwixt late capitalism and hypermodernism, a void oscillates. Between us, we are broken, but we appear as leaders for an unknown visitor. The latent shadows of our past consume that spiritual bone, separating us from the source. A desire to return gives rise to hopes of jouissance – but nothing more.
As it becomes easier to obtain the minor task, or that which was monumental to achieve in isolation, it seems futile to rest one’s future on a foundation of trivialities. Many will claim happiness or virtue for their abject behaviors, never understanding how it affects another. It’s true that you must love yourself before anyone else, and yet still so few exist to be loved.
I won’t pretend to communicate what isn’t there for you to see. Write it off as my own deep misery – but it’s home to me. Weaker rationalizations have served you well for the better half of your wasted life, and what of mine? It’s not a duty to share the importance of the news, because you’ll misinterpret what has happened as it’s intended to be skewed.