They figured out I would just embarrass myself into desperation, and self-force to re-enter the compliant employee workforce. Actually they're too busy surviving at their jobs to maintain their rodent exercise-wheel of wasteful consumption lifestyles. In fact, they're really indifferent and willingly insensitive to what I do, or won't, for survival.
My realisation came in earlier years, that I don't want to spiritually die, long before I physically do, so that I’m mentally dying every moment till I finally expire, and the torture won't end any time soon. I should admire the rest of my peers, juniors, and seniors for their fortitude at lifelong sufferance, but I should not celebrate self-hypocrisies, even rampant blatant dissonances.
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