CC: Clumsy Cat

I thought I could exist in a vacuum. Attain independence and rationality.

I’m just a product of my hereditary, upbringing, hormone, culture, anxiety, education, politics, and socioeconomic status. What I see, what I read, what I experience: all is embedded in me.

Our brain and being are wired for changing circumstances. I have to learn live with all that. accept the hell and heaven of other people.

What will become of me after a decade from now? Moving shifting changing til we cease to exist. Til the vacuum comes.

I’m not statistically significant at all. I’m just one sample size. I’m just another person who is alive. I can’t speak for anyone. I can’t speak for me. I can only cite and sleep on a pile of references.

I’m just a boring human being with no experience. I haven’t been anywhere. I haven’t done anything. Why would my insight matter?

Personal essay was dead before I came to live. How can I be so subjective ? It’s very difficult for me.

But it’s actually nice to be uncomfortable, sometimes..

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– tiny tiny dust