In this world where others willingly offer to think instead of you, why do you think for yourself? why do you formulate your own opinion? why? What's the point of waking up from the matrix and marching into voluntary death? Maybe because that's heroic according to what the world has taught you? The world is so distorted and twisted that it encourages seeking after truth and discourages it at the same time
All I'm doing All I'm struggling with All I'm trying All the efforts are meaningless and in vain I know that! I know that, even if I achieved all kinds of great things, life would tend to return to its default state: lying down and staring at the ceiling alone in a dark room, contemplating But what else can I do? What is left if I exclude meaningless things? Nothing So I cope hard
Now I feel everything differently Beautiful scenery, bright smile of innocent people, etc... Those used to touch my heart, make me joyful But not anymore My frozen heart, frozen face don't move an inch Everything feels differently I live in winter, and fall at best in rare days Those good old days are gone forever
To be great is to be misunderstood - Ralph Waldo Emerson Who want's to be great at the cost of being misunderstood? It enforces alienation. You become an alien. Who want's to be an alien in return for being great? For clarification of what 'great' means in this context: People consider someone to be great when he shows excellence, ONLY WHEN he plays within a certain boundary / set rules / their understanding. Beyond the boundary, they don't consider him to be great. But this boundary is arbitrary and baseless, and being limited ("compromised", I would say) to the boundary is not truly to be great.
C stands for cope
If by life you were deceived If by life you were deceived, Don't be dismal, don't be wild! In the day of grief, be mild, Merry days will come, believe! Heart is living in tomorrow, Present is dejected here, In a moment, passes sorrow That which passes will be dear. - Alexander Pushkin I hate this poem
woke from the dream, realizing all was just a dream, knowing I'll die soon, striving to return back into the dream, since being awake is not only useless but tragic
that I can't return back Of what use is my journey for truth, insight, and philosophy after all? Cypher's choice at the dinner lingers in my mind Truth is overrated
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Nothing is fun Nothing is satisfactory Nothing makes me truly smile from the heart anymore How can there be a solution when I feel nothing is fun? Like no one can force you to enjoy a game when you yourself find it not interesting Therefore, no solution Meaningless, Meaningless, Meaningless! All the virtues, grace, "sublime and beauty", loftiness, nobleness, innocence, righteousness, glory, self-sacrifice, loyalty, fidelity, love Is there any one single thing in the world worth being pursued seriously? Is there any one single thing among those above that is true to its concept and manifests itself being intact in real life? Now that I've come to realize that those (mentioned above, that used to inspire me, and has inspired human beings since the beginning of humankind) are just illusions, It seems the best I can do is to come up with mini-games, which are inevitably completely meaningless and arbitrary at their core just like all things in the world, and play them over and over, until I die (Refer to my post titled "Endless mini-games") The problem is, how I can immerse myself in the mini-games, despite being aware that those are meaningless For now, it seems impossible Even if I find the way, it is just a 'cope' at best Therefore, no fundamental solution Once disillusioned, there is no escape, no solution All I can feel is sadness these days