#QuestioningExistence

[essentiallydonut]

what remains: fallout (a poem)

what remains: fallout (a poem)

in the endless cosmos of a billion stars, we seek our worth, we bear our scars. does a single star matter in the midnight sprawl? do we– do i? — still, to a lone gazer, to a beholden lover, it’s all that matters, all that’s special. through the eyes of love, we all do dream, every soul a universe, every heart a dream. yet we question, amid love’s cruel jest, “can I be special to the one I…

[exalotlesthoughts]

"You are the Problem"

A lot of the times people will tell you that your the problem. They assert that it's your fault for being disliked or mistreated by others. This usually happens after you've complained one too many about the horrible things you've experienced as the result of other people. However, the perplexing part is that sometimes, when you delve deep within yourself to examine how you could be the issue, you draw a blank. You struggle to identify where you are wrong and where you are right. When you share this confusion people get mad and frustrated, and think of you a narcissist and conceited.

Frankly, I find myself bewildered and have pondered questions that have plagued many others in similar circumstances. Why is i the world is so cruel to me? Why is my life such a horrible mess, plagued by individuals who treat me poorly? Why am I unable to maintain friendships or have a successful relationship? Why am I so alone.

I believe these are questions that many people ask themselves. I think there are others out there who share the same sentiments as I do. And I may have an answer to these questions. The answer is that the majority of people are flawed; both you and I are flawed, and there's little we can do about it. What people truly desire is not some perfect person who is unfailingly kind yet occasionally mean, or someone who possesses extraordinary looks, wealth, and fitness. What people yearn for is authenticity. They seek someone who acknowledges their own flaws but remains true to themselves, someone who disregards the opinions of others because they are genuine and self-assured. They're real. They are who they are.

Ironically, our efforts to be universally liked and adored yield the opposite outcome. Life, with its inherent paradoxes, defies the confines of logical sense. Yet, this is the nature of existence—absurd. It is only when we wholeheartedly embrace this absurdity that we can genuinely experience happiness. This, my friends, is the essence of absurdism.

[cmon-irene]

なぜ私はこの人生を選んだのですか？

[colossalyikes]

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