Sighhh it's this feeling again. The feeling of freedom yet there's nothing I can do. Everyday I feel myself getting smaller, just withering away. Much like.. An ice cube on a table. Only 200 times slower. No one's touching me but there's an invisible force just watching me waste away. It's difficult because I don't attribute this feeling to the lack of a job or homework, but rather to the things I've yet to achieve, can't grasp and will never possess. But want to, of course. Things like money, courage and other qualities, a happier outlook in life, etc. it's an irony to be stressing over not being able to have a happier outlook.
So I leave you all with this in mind; how can we be so blindly happy when if the world ends tomorrow we would have achieved nothing?
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