I have no control over my own life. I will never create anything of value, I can't muster up the des
Anonymous
13/10/25 Пнд 23:12:17
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13/10/25 Пнд 23:12:17
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I view the world through vision distorted by film grain, or snow, I don't know. Visual acuity in one of my eyes is beginning to degrade, slightly, but noticeably.
I hear the world through ears that never stop ringing, just a constant high pitch whirr, every night before bed and every morning when I wake. I am slowly but surely accumulating more physical ailments, eventually it will be too much for my body to bear, and at that point I'll die, even though I whine, I find that thought intolerable.
After finishing this spiel I feel guilty, I haven't thought of others. If I could be better, if I could contribute or create something, or participate in anything, I could improve other's lives, but I don't. I only cause suffering to those around me, I take but I never give.
Well, you know, I understand you very well. But years ago I came up to the conclusion, that it's not for me to contribute to the World, but for the World to serve ny needs. There will never be anyone like yourself and no one will ever see the World yourself. You are the World, it's center and it's point. It is for them to akwnoledge it a serve you but actually me.
