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But today, people often romanticize that choice in ways that feel closer to escapism than to wisdom. Many of us are simply exhausted worn down by the demands of a restless, capitalist world. Some are too depressed to keep going, so the idea of “leaving everything behind” becomes tempting. Yet in truth, most of us remain attached to jealousy, greed, anger, the need for attention and validation. These very attachments are what keep us in suffering, and abandoning life without addressing them doesn’t free us; it only hides the wound.

Real detachment, I think, isn’t about running away. If we could truly see the world as it is impermanent, fragile, even absurd then renunciation might not feel like an escape at all. But to me, the higher path lies not in leaving life, but in living it with open eyes. To carry on despite suffering, to serve your family, to show up for your duties, and to be present for others while knowing in your heart that everything is passing, and that in the end we are nothing more than atoms that is where wisdom lives.

Admiring beauty, but unable to reside.

Like a rose, I'm pretty from afar, they say,

But thorny and troubled, when you get too close each day.

In a world of experimentation, I'm lost in the haze,

Perhaps I'm just an observer, in a daze.

I ruin every relationship, with a touch so unkind,

Leaving love to wither, like a flower left behind.

My heart beats for connection, yet I push away,

Afraid to get close, in a world that's gone astray.

Maybe I'm just a dreamer, living in my head,

In the vast expanse of space and time,

I'm just a speck, a fleeting thought, a rhyme.

A moment's pause, a brief, shining spark,

A Stardust fragment, lost in the dark.

I'm born of nothing, forged in nuclear fire,

A temporary flicker, soon to expire.

My atoms danced, in a celestial sea,

Only to coalesce, in this meaningless me.

I search for purpose, in the void's cold light,

But find only shadows, and an endless night.

My existence, a mere whisper, a sigh,

A moment's distraction, from the universe's indifference, passing by.

I'm a star with human problems, a joke, a play,

A brief, shining moment, in an infinite gray.

I'll burn my fuel, in a flash of light,

And fade to nothing, in the dark of night.

you said you'd love me if i floss

I'll be prettier then

so i broke my teeth

rearranged them like your favourite bouquet

but you could only notice my tongue drenched in blood

you said its inappropriate

you said I'm not what you want

i wanted to be your favourite

i wanted to do something

i can never disappoint you

i think i owe you my life

I'd rather be a deluded devotee

than being a lonely wanker

I'd rather be deluded by your non existing presence

than being a lonely helpless unstable wanderer in search of a meaning

the meaning, which does not exist