Thursday, July 25, 2013

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

There is no meaning to be found in wallowing in one's own inadequacies.

Us lonely types romanticise our solitude. 
We pretend to love it.
We entertain the notion of an unsullied disconnectedness.
A seemingly honest emotional state.
A forgiving place to hide from ourselves and the rest of the world.
But it is a lie.
It is not a path that will lead to any deeper self knowledge or truth.
I realise now that this type of self imposed, indulgent loneliness is just lazy privilege.
It denies our fundamental interdependence and connectedness to others.
So fuck.
Fuck being sad.
Fuck being lazy.
Fuck wasting time.
Fuck wasting opportunities.  
There is no meaning to be found in wallowing in one's own inadequacies.