The Thing less talked about...
When I see strangers that look nice, and I know that this
was the first and last time I’d see them, I feel like writing my
story
about my different state of consciousness that is on the
other side of the emotional spectrum, not the positive
one, and I want to enter into a positive state of consciousness,
different from the usual ones. The courage of my mind is not merely enough
to proceed any further with anything
at all, however. And I feel like I have
died and I just have the false perception of still living
the same life. Oh wonder, how things will work out, not
being aware of just how bad things are. And yet you keep
trying to push
me, force me, to undergo life as though it’s a positive
experience despite my inner despairities. It's something that only gets worse with time.
After all, shouldn’t life be about pleasure,
not pain, and/or perhaps one shouldn’t obsess over pain
but over pleasure, and be addicted instead to
pleasure rather than pain...
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