Freedom without purpose feels a whole lot like boredom

Living, its something we are all very good at, to keep on living in eternal agony, hoping that nothing ever changes and that someday maybe someone would put an end to all of this. All i had to ask myself was "how long can i go on living like this?" Life was like quicksand, the more i struggled the more i kept sinking. And then one day decided to lie back and look into the abyss, to get a glimpse of the darkness that clouded the entire world.

There's nothing worse than being good but just not good enough.