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It's a cycle. A cycle of nihilism, hate, despair. Something I stumbled upon from time to time.
It's hard to break that cycle of thought for me. I get stuck in the loop, thinking that, this is it.
This is consciousness.
Existance is what you make of it. If you choose to believe that life is meaningless, that we are merely human flesh cages born on a floating rock, so be it.
I would rather think that we have purpose. Why would I subject myself to a daily mental tourment? The world provides that already, I don't need two sources.
I'm only so young, I have yet to experience what 'living' is, although I have many, many theories. Still, I sit in the nest, my feather outgrown, yet I chose to remain flightless.
