There is nothing, because nothing is.
Simple tasks are the hardest.
Amazement is temporary.
Everything is a habit.
Before habit there is no memory.
Everything is fast.
Before fast there is non-existence.
In the continuum of existence, pain feels like a relief.
Existence is numb.
We’re such circular creatures.
When the circle breaks we’re free. But in freedom there is no quality.
Freedom is cold and full of fears.
Freedom is a constant run away from anguish. Such tiresome breaths. The cold of freedom freezes your every draw of air.
Do I miss the warmth of circular belief? No. Do I miss the habit? Yes.
Self awareness is not a blessing. Not in a world stuck in simple ever extrapolating rulesets.
Self awareness is a bottomless hole in which you start falling. You fall into it along with your entire world.
How to be happy? Here:
Thank me later. Very meek, much modest.