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what in one's own life should be valued? sometimes i feel like a race horse chasing the unreachable, metaphorical carrot, while simultaneously, the harder I try the more others are pleased. the harder I try, the more consequential is failure. and all this time,hidden behind other's hungry eyes, lies the truth that failure is looming. and the manipulator's insatiable hunger is either met, and they inevitably roll around in their pig-pen of gluttony or not met. And the manipulator will therefore nurse their wounds with egocentric self-speak, feeding into their own insecurities and projecting that others simply care too much for themselves. in correspondence, however, we are all to the horse and jockey as the horse and jockey are to us all.
bla, don't you get it?
bla, don't you get it?