I often feel guilty about my life. I don't really suffer very much outside of my own mind. I'm not even entirely unhappy. I spend most of my days laughing and having a good
time. I have good people around me. The only
real thing I have to complain about is the existence fee imposed on me by an unfeeling
government that is hovering over me. Laying in wait to put me in a cage. It's not
death that I worry about. It's that I'
m trapped in a game of "defeat or serve". And yes I'
m aware of the implications of acting out solipsism in the actual world and that's not something I actively engage in. The outcomes are often predictable and the outcome is always the same. Not hard to get thrown for a loop every once and a while but life tends to be more thematic that is does chaotic.