Unadulterated Torture

This unadulterated torture we call life. This meaningless spin cycle we call existence. This crippling burden we call living. What’s it even for? No one has a fucking clue. It’s truly laughable how we, as humans, think we have an answer for living or why we exist. Even if we actually did have the answers, would you want to know? I don’t think there would be comfort in discovering there’s a reason for the pain. I’d rather live my life with a strong dose of naivete each morning. I use to believe that my life would consist of this starving hunger for knowledge. I wanted to know as much as I could. About everything. All of it. Little did I know that meant both ends of the spectrum. I entered this world with a little less dust on my eyes than most, an ability to see and think differently in this plane of existence. It seemed like a gift, in the beginning. Now, after almost too much life experience, I discovered how badly I need out of this life. How badly I want to dismiss this knowledge I’ve been burdened with. Because, let me tell you, due to the lack of “good” in the world, you spend most of this forsaken existence gobbling up the bad. The stuff unbridled fear is made of. The stuff too terrifying for your nightmares. The stuff that makes you believe there really is no point in continuing a human existence.