you look for someone that you can pour yourself fully into. someone whom you can shape your mold into and simply let them absorb everything, whether good or bad. yet that’s impossible, because there is an obstruction some couple hundred kilometers ahead, and the gears, although rusty, can be moved to prevent this colossal train wreck. you must simply act, and learn to realize YOU are what makes SELF. only then, can you feel satisfied when your mold, while fitting crudely, feels like it’s found itself at peace. it’s all about creating a solid balance. the rest doesn’t matter, because order is inherent within nature, it just needs the right fixtures in place. and the machine can roar to life, liberated, no longer dreaming and instead living. neither fantasy nor nightmare. simply life.
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