Philosophy

Lately, I can’t move. There is no energy, no motivation—just a heavy stillness pressing against me, as if the world has lost its color and meaning. I wonder: Is this despair? What is despair, really? It feels like a whirlpool, dark and unrelenting, pulling everything into its depths—not just sadness or grief, but a dislocation of the self, a tearing away from meaning, from hope, from the ground of being.

I'm not sure if you're really feeling this or if it's just a writing but hang in there if you are. I've been through some pretty dark times and there is always hope. Always.

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Reminds me of this:
And as Pandora's box was opened, unleashing untold calamities upon the world, the last to emerge from its depths was hope a fragile yet enduring light amidst the shadows of despair.

Life goes on...