Honestly, there’s enough obstacles that dehumanize my existence that it’s safe to venture into something surreal. There’s all the harm in trying, and there’s absolutely nothing more to lose unless karma values mortality (which it absolutely adores).
And yet, after all this negativity prep talks, I still feel on top of the world. I still feel like I deserve to exist and to own things, it’s terrifying.
How does one who’s afraid of water, drown enough times to win swimming trophies?
It’s not human when near death encounters are the only straw left to scare you out of reality, however exciting it may sound. So trust me when I say the last resorts are most probably for the best, at least there’s no infinite last options to choose from.