is there anybody out there?
it's hard (damn hard i say) to really care about what one should be doing with one's own life. especially if you're cognizant enough to recognize half of these words, you're at a point where the majority of the decisions you have to make everyday have been predetermined in some sense. our later formative years are spent fine-tuning the trajectory our lives and careers are meant to be aiming at; and we have nothing but blame for ourselves when most of the time is spent thinking about where we want to end up landing or at what speed we should be hitting our target when the time comes.

do we choose what we do in life because we're good at it? or because it's all that became available for the split-second moments we make our decisions that set year/two-year long trajectories in life.

all of these words, and letters, and symbols surrounding us. taunting our eyes with transient thoughts and images, fugacious tattoos seared into the folds of conscious, computing, calculating matter. this is misery coming from a comfortable place. these are the words of a well-fed mind training to fear its environment.