TikiXVI
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Is the feeling of being content something that one must strive for, pursue like a goal, or is it predetermined by the cards our lives have dealt us? I’ve been asking myself this question more and more frequently as the walls of my life seem to be closing in on me. My mother has been re-diagnosed with cancer and her passing seems to be drawing closer, the many bleak realities of the Blackpill and my inability to escape the faults of my genetics have begun to plague me with bouts of sadness. Along with that, perhaps most selfishly, my own loneliness and romantic seclusion amid a sea of affection and an outpour of romantic embrace have caused me to grow envious. As a person, I try take in the serene moments of my life, in other words, I am no stranger to the feeling of happiness. I believe happiness is something everyone knows and everyone should strive for regardless of their situation. That being said, is the feeling of content-ness possible to extract or run towards in a life oblivious to meaning and personal identity. To summarize what I’m saying, is the life I feel as if I’m constantly a set piece in Deserving of affection, peace and other values from which we as people have been coded to desire or am I someone who was dealt a hand from which I can’t play out of, but only prolong?
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