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  I don’t  know what I want in life. Somedays I want to make my parents proud, other days  I want someone’s head on a stick. Father tells me of the importance of making a name for  myself, of working to obtain resources and then the importance of distributing said resources to those in need. He says how a meaningful existence is one in thrall to everyone else, a devote beacon of good who is a sacrifice for the world. I think a meaningful existence is a hopeless dream only possible due to the susceptibility of the mind, as goodness is just fabricated evidence for the lie. Father thinks my cynicism is a byproduct of laziness, that it is much easier to hate then love and much easier to falter then struggle. That I am weak and unable to stomach that there is potential inside of me strong enough to rout the guidelines of this world, and that me saying people live in delusion is just a foolish projection. He says just because a quest has continual sorrow and defeat at the ...
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Mrs. Human

  It is a different sensation. One I am not really accustomed to. You see I’ve spent the majority of life a prisoner in the darkest cell known to life. Trapped, feeling there to be no escape. I actually gave up on hope, but was even too cowardly to take my own life. Being in such a prison changes you. If I were to see a blossoming rose, I would not marvel at its beauty, I would ponder just how long till it began to wilt. If I were to see an escape from the prison, I would just think that it was an entrance to a prison far worse. A quality of this prison, that only adds on to the misery of its inmate, is the fact that freedom is clearly seen in front of you at all times. Another chance, a salvation right in front of your eyes. But still there is no hope. I see liberation through lifeless eyes, even the escape is just a mockery. Say by some divine, no. Say by some purely impossible but in this case hypothetical reason, I would be able to escape this prison. Would I ever be able to ho...
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Time and its Perpetual Cycle

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When times are bliss, and you can't get enough of life. When times are harsh, and you seek continual escape. When you want to relax for a second, to lay without worry and take a deep breath. Time is always moving. Tick, tick, tick. Everything stops, your very heart stops beating but time continues to tick. It's a complex thing, the most complex and powerful thing there is. Time is life, time is death, time is god, time is love, time is it all.    Times power reigns much farther than its fleeting nature. It is the enemy of the delusional, as time eventually destroys all false realities. It is the plague of the thinker who is stuck in a maze in their own mind with no hints of escape. It is a constant reminder of the frugalness of existence and how small we really are. So, what shall one do against this mighty unwavering, unbeatable foe? What can one even do? The absurdist would say why bow to what has already won, you are here so rebel by struggling on. The nihilist would find i...
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