At this point, I believe I’ve hit a new all-time low.
No, it’s not financially, nor physically, nor mentally.
Rather, I see the mental movie going on in my mind, and I’m aware that all of this programming is bullshit.
However, there’s still something missing.
Or perhaps, there’s too much going on in my head that I need to declutter to see with clarity.
I can’t see the point in changing anything.
It’s as if I accepted my place as society’s lapdog, as a mediocre person.
Maybe it’s not so bad, but am I going to get another shot at life?
Probably not.
Is my best bet spending my days doing the bare minimum, just to keep pursuing my escapist habits?
From an energetic point of view, it makes sense.
I’m still ruled by my body and external stimuli, so I can’t muster the courage to open my eyes to the truth.
The truth that there’s a point. That good vibes are better than bad vibes.
Learned helplessness is a bitch.