Personal Confessions.
My mind may be both my greatest asset and greatest oppressor. It has allowed me to manipulate most adverse circumstances to my benefit, yet in return, makes insatiable demands of perfection of which I realize, logically, can never be achieved. It would be incredible to wake up, just once, and feel satisfied with myself and the capabilities that I do possess; ironically enough, this longing further motivates me to burden myself with needless stress and tasks along a path that offers little appeal to my future happiness--such that I may discover some ultimate gratification. Sickness? Pitiful naiveté? I am at a loss of diagnosis, let alone a basis for guidance. This mental dichotomy is simply what I am and have been for years and is all I can offer to explain myself. Toiling over it only feeds a twisted hunger to punish myself for mediocre performance within a society already structured by majoritarian mediocrity.
We are generally advised that once a cause has been rooted, therein lies a plausible direction for amendment; however, I still feel at a loss.
Conversely, I (admittedly for once) admire those ignorant who(m?) are pleasured by the simplest coincidence, for they will surely live long, stress-free lives, saturated with contentment.
P.S. Evidently I know nothing about proper grammar useage.
We are generally advised that once a cause has been rooted, therein lies a plausible direction for amendment; however, I still feel at a loss.
Conversely, I (admittedly for once) admire those ignorant who(m?) are pleasured by the simplest coincidence, for they will surely live long, stress-free lives, saturated with contentment.
P.S. Evidently I know nothing about proper grammar useage.