Existential
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Life would be easier if I knew the deadline
It would almost make it easier live. To have somewhat of a “deadline” to anticipate in which you have to fit in every activity you want before you die. It would be easier than the blindness of going through life knowing it could happen however and whenever. With something terminal–besides…
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Sexual energy is creative energy
It’s life giving. It feels surreal. Anything else we do is a time pass for getting back to it. The most basic and enjoyable thing. And whether it’s actual sex, or decadent food, or “drugs,” or feats of human intellect, mastery of our physical bodies, enchantment with the mind–everything is…
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Freedom as we know it
There’s freedom. And there’s an invented “freedom” you attribute to an entity, a corporation, a cult, a government, a religion, or whatever other scapegoat or proxy you can think of to absolve yourself of accountability. True freedom means we can be, and do, whatever we want, and expect the natural…
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Perpetual existential crisis
What actually am I supposed to do? Is this all there is? But at the same time, the possibilities of existence in this life are awesome. But how awesome are they really? Wouldn’t I feel better , more optimistic, more motivated if this life were really that great? I know…
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What even is existing?
I want to cry. Cry my eyes out until I feel nothing about any of the bullshit anymore. Maybe then I’d hate that I was numb. But wouldn’t that be better than this? But my body won’t do it. It won’t cry right now. Usually when I feel this bad…
