Momentary questioning

Every one invents a life to escape the truth because the truth is only misfortune, but the lie is a narcissistic truth which avenges itself of the death to join the fact that nobody is perfect. But it is necessary to be satisfied with what we have because it's the key to happiness.

Nothing. This is the sound of the world passing, a time lapse of evolution, a gate way to a spray painted brick wall in the middle of a field. These are the sounds of life forgotten.

That doesn't look comfortable but a lot of times feeling anything is better than not feeling at all, there's a difference between letting go, and pretending you've forgotten. Sometimes I don't feel like I exist, sometimes I feel like I took the wrong path, sometimes I feel like I've live 1,000 times before, am I really there? Am I really here? What Am I? I relate to the air molecules surrounding me more than I do to the humans I share a shape with. I want to fly freely through this world, there's so much I'd love to see. There's so much we don't know. Everytime I wake up though, I'm stuck with the same questions and the same feelings. What am I? What do I do? Why can't I move from this place? Far away from all my problems and fears. The voices haunts me as it all tells me that I am doing wrong. When in all honesty, they are wrong. Stepping on egg shells just to get through the day. I feel nothing anymore. Or when I do feel, it's way too much. The pain turns physical in my chest. The doctors don't help. Neither does society. The fear of failure is the only reason you read this. I would have been gone a long time ago if not. I feel like I can't breath. I feel like everything I do fails. I am not as smart, talented, or prepared as I say that I am. I lie. A lot. I say that I am happy. I say that I am intelligent. I say that things are ok. But in all honesty, I am none of these things. Nothing is right. I can't do anything to make this better. I need someone to save me. I need something to hit me oh so hard. I need it to throw life back into my chest. The silence rushes over me like a river. Regret oozing from every drop. I can't hear a thing over a the rushing water. I close my eyes to avoid the pain of eye contact. All of my senses are dampened, as I drown. Currently, all my dreams mean nothing and they'll never be anything more than dreams.

You could stand in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by infinite nothingness, and still feel more empty than what lies, or doesn't lie there. We used to be so happy, see, and that makes me wonder if maybe I used up all my happiness when I was young.

Miss being a little kid. When nothing really mattered coming home to see your parents and the happy look on their face. Time have changed and now I don't really know what is going on with life.

And I'm still wondering, why it's so relaxing to be with yourself? I accept life, I accept emptiness, I accept my future. But that doesn't make it hurt any less?

What is the purpose of life? -it's to reach happiness

I understand how it feels to be unhappy with yourself; wanting to be anyone but you, and admiring so many others that have what you want. I'm not trying to put you down for lusting for someone or something, as you're only human - improvement is something that is always strived for yet, you shouldn't put yourself down because of what you are -instead, improve on yourself, and realize what you're good at. I also know that loving someone may fill that hole inside of you; they have qualities that you desire, and so you hold them in higher esteem than yourself. If there's one thing I know about loving others and loving yourself, it's this: work on both, more so yourself, and everything will come together, in one way another. Until that time comes of completeness.

The vastness of loneliness can only be lifted by the hand of another who carries the same.

Thank You for those who read my articles. ❤️😊 By the way, this is the second and last part of emptiness 😊.I hope you like it this kind of article.

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