What happens at the end of our thoughts?

The thoughts

The pressure wraps around making it hard to breathe, expectations griping in and making it burn to do anything more than breathe. A rope pulling me up but never committing enough to kill, just enough to dangle me above the ground and make me wish it was doing either more or less, but I'm never sure which would be better. I look around and see people using their ropes to build bridges or connect, some even using it to pull them across danger or pits with ease, but all I can do is have it hang me slowly until I let it fully go. Maybe I'm just unsure what to do, the world bearing down on me and making me doubt, or maybe it's just the heavens showing me that there truly is only one way through this existence people assure me is beautiful and worth living. I look deeper sometimes, pulling the threads apart to see if I can find some level of answer to the reason it keeps wrapping around and around. All I find is an enigmatic layout of everything, the strings spelling out things like, Love, Hate, Potential, Dreams. I'm clueless as to the meaning, maybe it's clear to others and that's where the bridges are coming from, a desire and connection strong enough to be malleable but not too strong because then it breaks and you're left floating in the water without those ropes.
Why do I have the ropes though, maybe it's showing me what I need or what I have too much of, how would I know which is which though? Requested answers falling flat in the void of echoes that line the way into the stars, sometimes people make it past that though, finding a way high enough to surpass the echoes and not get infected by their promises. What happens then? Once you're past everything else, what lies in the stars, or what lies beyond them if there is something beyond? I doubt I'll ever truly know.