I had to have my understanding of life wrenched out of my grasp, for me to realize it was fleeting and far from the truth. With no compass and everywhere to go, I was pushed out of desperation, to seek out, nay, discover, what life truly held for me. I had to peel back the scab which had grown so firmly fixed, then dig through the raw flesh to see for myself what I had once been able to see, but have since covered up. My existence is not moot, but I’ve been living life without meaning nor benefit.
What is my end goal?