Nothing will ever save you from the inevitable pain of self-awareness. If you’ve found yourself here, it’s safe to assume you have at least average IQ and some critical thinking skills—both of which will prevent you from ever living in true happiness. Not even the most important person means anything in the grand scheme of things. Kurt Cobain shot himself because he couldn’t stand being conscious and seeing life for what it really is—nothing. Life is about nothing. You jump from one distraction to the next until time, the ultimate reaper, comes to claim you. It’s a battle you’ve already lost; you’re just waiting for the final bell, even though you already know the outcome.
Sex was fun for a while. Drugs were interesting, but now they’ve lost their edge. You need more and more to distract yourself from the truth.
I tried to live again, only to realize self-improvement and self-destruction are the same. Winning and losing, working hard and resting—they’re all the same. Nothing you do can change how things are. Our brains are wired to seek pleasure and then grow numb to it, like life is designed to be a loop of brief highs followed by stronger and stronger suffering or boredom. The only escape is being dumb enough not to see it. Once you strip away the oversocialization and see life for what it really is, there’s no going back. TRT made me aggressive and happy, but like everything else, it was temporary. Nothing good ever lasts. We’re just drops in the ocean, separating for a moment before we disappear forever into the vastness.
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