Everything about this world is wrong. Everything gets worse. All paths lead to destruction. The *most* that you can hope for is a quiet life of silent dignity: carving out your own nook, and biding your time. I've lost faith in humanity as a whole: I now only believe that a select few are capable of seeing through the garbage. The outcast and ostracized are few and far between: but we always find each other. This is why the world exists: as a filter. Those who fail the trials and tribulations, of this place, are unworthy of joining a higher plane— out of sheer incompatibility. I don't think that all of us will make it simply by virtue of us knowing, or seeing through some lies. Only that it's the correct starting point— a healthy love of truth. Don't let the demons drag you down, like crabs in a bucket. It isn't worth it. Know inner peace through the rejection of fear: the fear of truly knowing yourself and of testing your own limits by obeying your own intuition: the culmination of all your wisdom. I don't know why I wrote this. I guess, if anything, it's a type of personal self-help manifesto. Sooner or later: you'll conquer your problems, or you'll die beforehand. There is no alternative.