ehmeegee: Why do anything? No, really. Why do anything at…
Why do anything?
No, really. Why do anything at all? What is the biological imperative shoving us forward, motivating us to keep breathing and building and making and growing and expanding?
It’s almost as if we’re running from some intangible force, busying ourselves in the desperate denial of inevitability. We’re propelled forward with an insatiable hunger for what’s next, inconsolable, perpetually unsatisfied. We make up metrics of success as if we’re in a race against ourselves to win absolutely nothing at all. We try so hard.
Every day is a learning experience, every 24 hours I’m reborn into the person I long to be, the individual I aspire to emulate. And every night she retreats to her chrysalis and turns into a mess of soup and biomass, confused.
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