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“I feel like I live in a world that doesn’t allow me to truly be who I am. I am pathetically intense, I simply can’t be any other way. I live in a world where my authenticity can be easily prescribed as insanity. I find that at times I feel the need to pretend that I am not that, to feel some type of earthly connection, but when I lay in bed alone at night, I am left with a grieving feeling of the truth I betrayed and a powerless feeling that we all share the fate of universal suffer because we are conscious beings. And it all feels torturous and I am consumed by existential questions. Why am I here ? What is the purpose of my consciousness? Why do those who think suffer like this? In the end, we all die anyways.”

And I stood there in silence, listening, as the child finished his explosive existential rant and finally went silent too. That silence we shared answered the unanswerable.

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