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Our era is plagued with sorrow, who can deny it? In truth, the people of the past and the folk of today are not allowed to be sad, to be miserable, to hate themselves is considered a terrible thing to do unto yourself. We recognize the contradictions of our people, no matter the language nor boundary can keep the human mind or heart away from the reality of the situation, when we dig deeper and deeper whether into the hearts of our own being or that of the minds of man; insanity, insanity and insanity bring us close to the reality that the life we live is closer to a circus which has become more of bad joke then an enjoyable performance. If we dare to say "I wish to die" we are met with a hostility of curses, of hatred for daring to speak of wanting to end the very pain caused by an insane people, when we discover that woman of our time are vapid whores or dare to challenge the authority who's authority is as phony as the legislations they pass. You are told "If you kill yourself, you will go to hell" or that God may have mercy that we should hear this "We're not a family of quitters, life is like a boxing ring and you have to go all 15 rounds", why oh why would any sensible creature want to endure a life that is nothing but trouble?
I believe there is something to be found in all this misery, an answer that illumines the circumstance. I once had a friend who said to me that the blackpill was a freedom, a blessing, though it is only paraphrase of the original thought, in truth I think the idea of what it meant has been nothing more then cop out of what is actually occurring, yes life is suffering, but it is not permanent; life is nothing but trouble, however we do not have to inflict it upon ourselves or others. The misery of today caused by those in the past has scarcely left us, we have done more to hold onto them then to let it go or rather to heal it. Perhaps we are nearing the end or not the end, but concluding to a choice of what kind of people we will turn out to be advanced technologically, but an emotionally immature species.
I believe there is something to be found in all this misery, an answer that illumines the circumstance. I once had a friend who said to me that the blackpill was a freedom, a blessing, though it is only paraphrase of the original thought, in truth I think the idea of what it meant has been nothing more then cop out of what is actually occurring, yes life is suffering, but it is not permanent; life is nothing but trouble, however we do not have to inflict it upon ourselves or others. The misery of today caused by those in the past has scarcely left us, we have done more to hold onto them then to let it go or rather to heal it. Perhaps we are nearing the end or not the end, but concluding to a choice of what kind of people we will turn out to be advanced technologically, but an emotionally immature species.
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