No one ever seems to acknowledge just how crazy being alive is. There is no "point", there is no instruction manual, there is no grand purpose. Our sapience could be a precious gift, if we didn't routinely take it for granted - if only we didn't use culture and society as blinders to push us on a mindless path towards self-annihilation. Too often, sapience is a curse, giving us just enough awareness to dimly see the absurdity of our predicament without offering a way out. We could be so much better. It hurts to see so much wasted potential, and so much unnecessary suffering.

I'm completely disillusioned. I used to believe in us. Now I'm just miserable and so angry all the time. Humanity has failed us. Consciousness is wasted on us.

Sorry for the rant. It's cathartic to projectile vomit anomie and malaise at someone who has the kindness to lend an ear. Thanks for lending yours. It helps.

I'm sure it sounds like a platitude, but you're great and I appreciate you.