I had a dream where I didn’t have money for the gym and I was only working on my computer. Then a robber stole my bag that had all my stuff in it. For some reason, my whole body froze. It didn’t let me walk or move my hands and legs. It was as if my body was trying so hard for that bag to be stolen and for me to not be able to work.
Life is about longing, and all desires are empty. One can see it from many angles, but then in a world with no goals, in a life for no reason, what would you do if you don’t have a goal? Cats only eat and get bored, so we invented goals to be busy, and we must remember never to reach them to keep being busy; otherwise, on the other side of reaching the goals is being cats.
There is a form of oppression in me that believes creating is not for me, and if it is, it is never for showing to others. Wished I could have understood why.
I must attend the ████████ training before I can get a job at Fanap, and then there is the imminent threat of US getting into war with Iran. What the fuck must I do?