#egoloss

Now that I have some down time...these thoughts have been weighing on my consciousness.

I think it’s self explanatory how I experienced ego loss. 

Only a few really know and understand what it is.

I don’t even think I understand it myself.

That’s my ego talking.

Because she’s trying to build herself back up.

From being sent straight to the bottom.

Of nothingness.

Of emptyness.

Into the abyss.

But a part of her likes it there.

Because she knows that’s what happens,

When you break through the vale,

to build a better you.

Sometimes you have to sprint past the extremes,

It’s not that I’m ungrateful for being alive. 

But sometimes it’s too tough to live.

With the comfort and stability of a bed,

Imagine having strangers telling you that everything leading up to this moment never really mattered, and you aren’t a collection of your thoughts, emotions, feelings, and experiences. Your experiences are neither good nor bad. They just don’t matter. You don’t matter. You’re just a drop in the ocean. Smaller than a drop. You are a speck of dust in a vast open space. And no one cares. Even if they say they do. They really don’t. Because you don’t matter. 

Imagine having strangers tell you that to your face. I mean, famous people probably get this, but it’s usually a sprinkle on the ice cream of adoration.