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Conquer your fear and you will conquer death
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I started losing my vision at just 2 months old. Over the years my contacts and glasses have gotten stronger and stronger and stronger, but no matter what I do, I’m slowly losing my vision. Things are becoming unclear and ambiguous the past few years when I try to look in the distance. It’s gotten really bad this year, and now I’m facing just how truly fragile life is. My eye has become so stretched that the retina is basically being torn apart very slowly as I go through my life. 18 years old, and my own grandparents have about twice as good vision as mine. You have 99 problems until you have a health problem. Then you just have 1.
I’m bothered that I’m a subhuman, I’m frustrated that I’m an autist with mental issues, but all of it pales in comparison to the prospect of losing the most complex and beautiful sense of your consciousness. I’ve never been one to cope with “someone always has it worse”, but if you’re not paralyzed, not in a war zone, and your body works properly, please take some time to go see some beautiful things. What else do we have?
I think if my vision ever gets that much worse than it is now, I’ll be done. It’s something that I will never be able to accept, and have never been able to accept. I’m not looking for pity but I find peace letting out my thoughts that torment me in my isolation, and I’m sure a bunch of blackpillers will understand more than the bluepilled copers of the blind community, desperately gorging on comforting lies to obscure the excruciating truth.
Just as two equal souls diverge into drastically different lives from day 1, one born into the body of a Chad and the other a subhuman, the same goes for nearly every aspect of life. There is no reason to your suffering. The most important day of your life is the day of your birth. There is no salvation in denial.
I’m bothered that I’m a subhuman, I’m frustrated that I’m an autist with mental issues, but all of it pales in comparison to the prospect of losing the most complex and beautiful sense of your consciousness. I’ve never been one to cope with “someone always has it worse”, but if you’re not paralyzed, not in a war zone, and your body works properly, please take some time to go see some beautiful things. What else do we have?
I think if my vision ever gets that much worse than it is now, I’ll be done. It’s something that I will never be able to accept, and have never been able to accept. I’m not looking for pity but I find peace letting out my thoughts that torment me in my isolation, and I’m sure a bunch of blackpillers will understand more than the bluepilled copers of the blind community, desperately gorging on comforting lies to obscure the excruciating truth.
Just as two equal souls diverge into drastically different lives from day 1, one born into the body of a Chad and the other a subhuman, the same goes for nearly every aspect of life. There is no reason to your suffering. The most important day of your life is the day of your birth. There is no salvation in denial.
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