every desire creates another hunger so nothing is fixed not who we are not what we want not what we become and everything passes. life goes on as if we are still searching for something that dosen't exist
Nothing new here just human nature repeating itself, where people justify what benefits them while maintaining the illusion that everything still makes sense
Every day i accept the world and let it be as it is i accept my despair i accept not being ideal im far from perfect. I love i hate everything and nothing