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Red Peony
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- Feb 14, 2023
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I grew up in a very academically rigorous household, so everything I did was focused on achieving ambitious career goals, achieving status, money, etc. Studying, getting prestigious internships, a high-earning job.... all these things are expected of me. Anything that will make my future some version of conventional success.
The truth is, I never really cared about my future at all because I wanted to ctb before that point in my life. I never imagined a future because I wanted my future to be death. Maybe there is some part of me that believes if I study harder, if I have amazing skills and ability, if I can find that job that everyone keeps going on about, I'll finally be able to love my life. Will this version future success really make me happy? I don't know.
I'm always so deeply envious of people with real passion. People that just love what they study and love dedicating their life to it because it makes them excited and happy to just live in the world. Sure I have hobbies that I love to, but realistically they will never be my future. My boyfriend is like that, studying the thing he loves most. He loves life so much it makes me feel something that I can't quite identify. Almost everyday is fantastic for him, and I love him so, so much, but I sometimes think my apathy for life is stronger than my love for him. My wish to just stop running in a world moving too fast for me is stronger than my wish to run and smile alongside him.
What could the future be if I just abandoned these random notions of success, I wonder? Is that even possible for the world we live in? I dream so often of going off to the countryside, breathing in the fresh air, and lying down in fields of grass. Maybe I could garden a little, take care of some pets and some plants, enjoy loving the simpler things in life. Sit together with the one I love the most and watch the sunset. Run far, far away from the ambitions and money and success and finally be able to breathe.
I just wonder if this fantasy of happiness is more potent than the promise of peace in death. There is a way to escape everything. There is a way to do that in life, but there is also a way to that in death. I hate that I can't be happy and content right now because compared to most people I have an amazing life, and I'm so insanely grateful. I so desperately want to love life again but the feeling of chasing it but never quite having it within my grasp for years and years makes me want to finally give up. Stop looking. And go to sleep.
I'm so tired. Let me rest.
The truth is, I never really cared about my future at all because I wanted to ctb before that point in my life. I never imagined a future because I wanted my future to be death. Maybe there is some part of me that believes if I study harder, if I have amazing skills and ability, if I can find that job that everyone keeps going on about, I'll finally be able to love my life. Will this version future success really make me happy? I don't know.
I'm always so deeply envious of people with real passion. People that just love what they study and love dedicating their life to it because it makes them excited and happy to just live in the world. Sure I have hobbies that I love to, but realistically they will never be my future. My boyfriend is like that, studying the thing he loves most. He loves life so much it makes me feel something that I can't quite identify. Almost everyday is fantastic for him, and I love him so, so much, but I sometimes think my apathy for life is stronger than my love for him. My wish to just stop running in a world moving too fast for me is stronger than my wish to run and smile alongside him.
What could the future be if I just abandoned these random notions of success, I wonder? Is that even possible for the world we live in? I dream so often of going off to the countryside, breathing in the fresh air, and lying down in fields of grass. Maybe I could garden a little, take care of some pets and some plants, enjoy loving the simpler things in life. Sit together with the one I love the most and watch the sunset. Run far, far away from the ambitions and money and success and finally be able to breathe.
I just wonder if this fantasy of happiness is more potent than the promise of peace in death. There is a way to escape everything. There is a way to do that in life, but there is also a way to that in death. I hate that I can't be happy and content right now because compared to most people I have an amazing life, and I'm so insanely grateful. I so desperately want to love life again but the feeling of chasing it but never quite having it within my grasp for years and years makes me want to finally give up. Stop looking. And go to sleep.
I'm so tired. Let me rest.