All quiet at the front

Everyday, I am reminded of A, that I am not to stagnate, to linger in that comfort zone that promotes no growth, but a degenerate state of being. I look at F, and promise myself that I must improve in all fronts, intellectually and physically, he constantly in a state of improvement. And between these extremes, L is the impetus, that to avoid being looked down upon, I must fight.

I dont understand human beings, why they are beings capable of so much love and cruelty at the same time.

Anniversary of 'Lif'e's a b(itch/each)'

All these years of being cast the disdainful eye, the aghast look that spurs me, that convinces me that I do not belong to that group of human beings, that I am the paradox, the enigma that escapes definition, escapes understanding psychologically. My cadaver is no longer my cadaver, with chemicals oozing out from every pore, I am just a walking husk.

Where is my mind? Floating aimlessly across the aether in search of eternal peace, that is, extinction. All 30 years of existential porings are brought down unto me on this very day that marks the beginning of damnation and bittersweet sorrows and memories. Let things not be rewritten, but erased completely such that entropy reigns. This is the teleological principle.

Quipped

Life is all the more beautiful when you know that it is transcient, fleeting, and one pursues desperately for activities that bestow meaning, and the only true meaning comes from you alone. What is your meaning?