We all search for something in life, some religious enlightenment, some superficial wealth or fickle fame. It’s all subjective to your personal views, I do not judge these views, they are your own and therefore important to yourself which is all that matters at the end of the day. It doesn’t matter how the world outside views you, what matters is pursuing this “something” you seek. I don’t know what that something is for me.
I dread waking up every morning, tired of the routine I have become accustomed to, the same endless, meaningless life I live. There is no purpose, not for me, nothing at all. I seek truth but all I find is more questions, never answers, there are no answers in my world. It’s psychotic this life I live, mad as the mentally insane in an asylum.
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