Arthur Schopenhauer. Essays of Schopenhauer. THE EMPTINESS OF EXISTENCE. Having just read the above I can honestly say that I know what it feels like to break as a human. Everything that I have known and held dear before just got vaccumed out of me. I feel like a shell, an honest to goodness empty shell. It's a wonder why I'm even typing this up or continuing to exist. I just want to know how to feel again, how to return to the land of the living. My connection to humans has been severed, I don't even know who or what I am anymore. What do I do?
I've made my peace with being insignificant in life. After being called worthless and a waste of time by my single mother, I've finally realized. Hey, I can be selfish too. All we can do is to take care of the things we love. Whether its family, friends, or a special someone, all we can do is to hold on. We're stranded at sea, and clutching onto little pieces of happiness. I'll give you my list of happiness: -Hot showers. -Tight hugs. -Forehead kisses. -Crawling into bed after a long day. -Waking up in the morning and actually feeling like you've had enough sleep (or being able to climb back into bed if you hadn't.) Make your own list of things you like/liked to do. Make a list of things you do everyday. Adjust accordingly.
