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Sometimes it does kind of feel like they are doing it just to hurt you.
No esotheric life lesson, no meta message, no purpose, other than their own satisfaction of showing how you're inferior.
How far does wishing humans were a bit less hypocritical take you?
Oh, but it's not like you're any better. Yeah, I know, maybe what one wants is to have people be hypocritical about the same things.
What does one do; so close to giving up on new dreams. New because I didn't have them before, duh. Before, I didn't even see myself living past a certain age, a certain age I'm already past. Giving up ideals of defined ends is liberating, way less sad than it would initially seem. Maybe I can do more things now.
Far be it for anyone to say, though, that they want to be liberated.
Demons, infections that can only take hold of a host who never saw. It was designed...
So tired of the people who had their ends defined for them, that had their consciousness ripped by a cause they were sold on.
Does it matter? When you find out about it, even if people believe you it's not like they'd do anything about it. They like to pretend they do, but that's not the only thing they're trying to pretend for the sake of pissing you off, is it. At the end both things are just shows.
Reached a certain point, what does the idea of ends defined even do; if it did anything at all to begin with.
But you realize how ungrateful that sounds, right? You realize that you've already pulled the strings to make the moves you wanted, and it happened. Impatience is a killer, so you killed your whole dream about ends.
Did you, though? that one thing that you clung on to to survive? that thing that worked? you're suddenly giving up on it?
No, you're not, and you know that. You like to tell yourself otherwise, you like to pretend. Maybe just to put someone else down, maybe to push yourself up.
But at the end, you laid down staring at the ceiling, thinking about those dreams...
Maybe because of pettiness, maybe ambition, both synonyms if you were to listen to them...but regardless of why, that question keeps coming back.
And you ask yourself what anyone would.
Why angels, and not god?

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