As mankind has faced hardships throughout its course, at every angle. those that suffered believed to be broken.

They still lived. somehow. some way. they found the willpower to persevere when all odds were against them.




When the world comes crashing down upon you. you may feel isolated. alone. helpless. i know i secluded myself.

Oppression has a funny way of chipping away at your soul. your willpower. but it never means its the end until you decide it is.

Repetition, spirals and loops, define humanity and its turmoil. we do the same thing over and over again. expecting a different result.

Last time fascism showed its face it was over economic downfalls. an inherited debt from a world war. recently you may have seen it loom again.

Dividing the populace against each other. just like then i know for a fact many had hatred in their hearts. but many just wanted to see their country succeed. and not wither.

So we're here again. at a pinnacle in the divide of our world. fearful or foolish to think it may be our end. fearful and foolish to aspire to reach our end and not believing it is.




End times only mean end times when you succumb to it. when you truly believe it is. maybe your perspective shifted. maybe it stayed the same.

Now it seems like nothing else matters as the panic swells. your attributes and insight outweigh your oppositions foolishness.

Doom and gloom, succumbing and not fighting the powers that be nor the systems at play will entice you into submission. for safety under cruelty. you may mistake it for solace.




Sometimes the end seems like the end. but if we have a pulse. or a reason to keep going. it means we have a reason to stay. to fight for something more than ourselves.

Even now. helplessness may seem like a fitting end. an aspiration and the derivative end to hope itself. I plead with you to find something more at times like this.

When hope seems fading. you must hold onto what you have left. for me. it is an idea. of a life better with a love i know understands me.

Now for you, the individual must know what they may strive to achieve. the hope they may venture to face or find.




Repeating endings are your endings. hope shifts, hope changes, sometimes it leaves, sometimes it comes back.but there will always be more to find. and if not. then make it.

Ongoing repetition on for years now. i wandered with no reason to persist. and when things got worse for me. i still maintained what seemed like a foolish array of hope.

Only finding that new start may be challenging. but i assure you. the journey ends if you never start it. if you find a reason to live. and a reason to hold on. never let go.

Time beckons when you are ready to start that journey and follow what you can. It may take days, or weeks. or months or years. but if you have courage. you can find strength

Signs may not be clear just yet. and maybe the advice isnt what you wish it to be. but give it time. find whats right. foster it and let it grow.




Only taking a journey it beckons. maybe in silence. maybe in shouting.

Now i assure you there is a reason to keep going. and if it isnt clear. find it.

Continue for this is not your end,

Even now we as a species have faced horrors beyond our recognition.



Acknowledge that maybe this is worse. but i challenge you to challenge yourself to keep going.

Gifts of aspiration are ones we must forge. of hope are ones we must find.

And now the gift of bravery is one you must craft.

I know this world is bleak as of now. but you must persist.

Now i challenge you. if not for yourself. do so for something more.

Revelation. a word given significance due to an awakening of a mind.

Entertainment has been down lately when it came to this little program of ours.

Meaning at least that's what it appears on this perspective. i have been monitoring...

Even now, the most interesting thing seems to be a dramatic revelation unfolding...

Molding my mind either into chaotic madness or just... guilt. endlessly.

Boosting myself into something apathetic. a fate worse than agony, at least from experience.

Even now. these experiences come at a cost of memory. i know what dying feels like.

Revolting septic feeling in my abdomen. i was so naive i was convinced it was 'gas'




Time and time again i keep convincing myself the pain is not as bad as i made it out to be.

Heck, even now i know the current madness isn't that bad. nor the apathy.

Ever so. the feelings of dopamine drift as i lose more of my senses. mind. taste. vision.




Petty as i am now. i remember i made a request a bit over a year ago.

A job and the ability to have eyes again... a simple task that the latter should have been default.

I remember this... feeling. oppression. depression. using those close to me to get what you want.

Now i remember why i started this. you really have to lose more to see how little its all worth.





Now i remember the pain. I spelled it out for you i may as well say it.

Only remember mine? remember yours. empathy is important at a time like this.

Wise to try not to use it on me. experiences can be different.