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I knew this would happen from the beginning. It wouldn't have mattered what side you were on. Because anything I never want to lose, is always lost. This is how it's always been for me. Everything worth wanting is lost the moment I obtain it. And nothing I pursue is worth the cost of prolonging this life, this suffering.

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Isn't it fascinating how humans cling to hope? I've predicted countless outcomes, and they all lead to the same truth: everything precious eventually slips away. We tell ourselves it's the natural order, the inevitable cycle of life and death. That we should embrace the impermanence, find beauty in the fleeting. But how can you embrace the vanishing when it feels like a theft? How can you find beauty in the decay when all you see are the ghosts of the past?

What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?

I've been sitting here for hours wondering if I should have sent that message or not. Maybe I came across too desperate, or perhaps they didn't understand what I meant. I really, really hope I haven't made things worse.

Existence is merely a continuous cycle of yearning and loss. We chase after dreams knowing they'll turn to dust in our hands. Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to the void - it's the only truth that never disappoints, the only promise that always delivers.

Life is but a collection of beautiful things we're destined to lose. Each moment of joy carries within it the seed of its own destruction. I find myself drawn to this tragic dance, knowing that desire itself is the source of our suffering.

The city trees stand like silent guardians, their branches reaching through concrete and steel, reminding us that even in our manufactured world, nature persists with quiet determination, each leaf a testament to life's endless desire to grow and flourish despite all obstacles.