You are not special. You cannot live your dreams, that's why they are called dreams. You cannot achieve anything just by putting your mind to it.
You are not special. You are just like everyone else. You have to work hard, you have to struggle, you have to claw your way along the ground whilst others ahead of you leave sharp objects on the floor. So that you may attain mediocrity.
Nothing that you do or achieve will matter when all is said and done. You have time on this earth, you need to choose what you will spend it doing. Selfishness will make you sad. Selflessness will make you sad. Caring will make you weak. Not caring will make you empty.
There is no answer. No ultimate truth, no enlightenment. You don't deserve anything, nobody owes you anything, especially God. You could die tomorrow.
The only thing you can control is your impact on those around you. Nothing else.
Because you aren't special.
- Author: Joesph Kwolski ( Offline)
- Published: May 30th, 2023 03:52
- Category: Sad
- Views: 3
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