You shouldn't worry. Even if you're unhappy now. Even if you're upset, jealous, or angry. That you can't find love or you can't hold down a job or your mother hates you or you have no friends. That somebody, everybody, has it better. Because they don't. They're dealing with the same dumb tired bullshit you are. They have nothing and it's not enough. They have some things and it's still not enough. They have everything and just because they've grown numb to it, it feels like nothing. It's in our nature. It's humanity's way to never have enough. To always struggle. If you've had no hardships, you'll find them. We all have a capacity for heartbreak we need to fill. A quota for despair. But we can only take so much. And we ignore the real worry. The real fear. And so the earth continues to slowly die. And our ozone continues to erode. And the animals die and turn to radioactive dust and the trees turn black and suffocate. And we go to sleep with the same petty shit living heavily in our hearts. So don't worry. We're already dead. We're already in our coffins, and we're being carried those last few steps to our grave.
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