Happiness isn't real
In the sense that it's linked with commodities
In the sense that you feel something when you get likes on your socials or matches on a dating app
In the sense, nothing makes any real sense these days
And it's been a long time that things haven't had made sense
Movies are made into games and games into movies
but you'll still watch that film which was originally an indie game
We are searching for LORE everywhere, even in memes
Maybe I'm really vexed. either that or i've grown more cynical
There's also the part where I lie to myself that I'm happy inorder to not be so depressed
I let go of some of my misanthropy and some of my disdain towards everything
I'm glad i'm reading more these days, watching more movies, ignoring my cell phone whenever possible
I also did some pushups deliberately
I plan to read all the books i've half read and haven't finished
I plan to fill the notebooks
I plan to meet and talk with real people offline
I plan to delulu that i'm happy even though i know happiness isn't real
I plan to stop online dictating the rules of online
I plan to grow and harvest my inner world, dearly
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Peace is concomitant with absence of mind. Investigate what precipitates that.
Similar to what I was doing, am doing, these days. In STL, everything was ONLY online. Now I volunteer and meets neighbors 90 mi south of there in a rural area. Online, I have the position of lurk/read/comment and little else. The Internet (for me) is media - find yt videos, download them. Find music, download it. Find written articles and things of interest, download them. IRC I mostly lurk, a few Linux forums, Midnight, Nightfall City, and write a thing (here) now and again.
Sometimes sitting in a dark room or a 2AM patio with coffee and a cig for an hour+ at a time to just "not do a thing" is what makes me happy.
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