I love it. Here I am, a being. Living. Breathing. In a trippy dreamlike existence. Does materialism bring consciousness? Does consciousness create a world for itself? Nature all around me. Fascinating patterns in the micro and the macro. The beautiful sound of the ocean. The intrigue of the mountains. The solitude of the desert. The sun. The moon and the stars. Space. Friendship. Language. Community. Given all that, how amazing it is to work a shitty job for a shitty boss during this incredible experience of being alive in whatever the fuck all of this is. I’m ALIVE. Hear me roar, void. Hear me and see me, witness me use my limited time wisely writing nonsense reports, creating spreadsheets, and working unpaid overtime. Witness me cherish the wonder of the world by sitting in an office all day, returning home in stressful traffic, and having no time for friends and family. This is it. This is why we exist. I love it.
I love it. Here I am, a being. Living. Breathing. In a trippy dreamlike existence. Does materialism bring consciousness? Does consciousness create a world for itself? Nature all around me. Fascinating patterns in the micro and the macro. The beautiful sound of the ocean. The intrigue of the mountains. The solitude of the desert. The sun. The moon and the stars. Space. Friendship. Language. Community. Given all that, how amazing it is to work a shitty job for a shitty boss during this incredible experience of being alive in whatever the fuck all of this is. I’m ALIVE. Hear me roar, void. Hear me and see me, witness me use my limited time wisely writing nonsense reports, creating spreadsheets, and working unpaid overtime. Witness me cherish the wonder of the world by sitting in an office all day, returning home in stressful traffic, and having no time for friends and family. This is it. This is why we exist. I love it.