I know I seem like a real person but I don’t actually exist, I live my life in 3rd person and control myself like a GTA character all day, none of you know me, every response I’ve had in conversation I picked out of 4 options that make my character slightly more good or evil 🤷🏽♂️
Deep inner suffering inevitably arises when the human person is reduced to performance, consumption, or a statistical datum. Many young people today live under the yoke of expectations to perform, immersed in an exasperated competitiveness that generates anxiety, fear of not measuring up, and disorientation.
Because no amount of politics, pleasure, therapy, money, porn, self-care, or ‘living my truth’ can answer the ache in the human soul for meaning, forgiveness, beauty, love, and eternity.
Childishness is believing modernity has replaced God. Adulthood is knowing this is a lie.
The male experience, at its core, is to be a disposable tool for a species that does not love him back. And the pain of that realization has no witness, no comfort, no resolution.