You know how there are these inevitable events in the future that you sort of just SEE...awkward and unavoidable?
And you build them up with all this tension and full, brimming silences...and when they finally happen, it's as ordinary as peeling a banana in the morning, or taking the ponytail out of your hair...I think this must be what inspires existential crises.
Reality is very disappointing.
In any case, I thought it was the exact closure that I needed, but it turned out, it's the beginning of yet another wave of agitation.
Why do I create stirrings when reality has made it so plain that there's practically nothing to work with?
What is it about emptiness that makes us want to fill them up?
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