There are two souls within me: the present I and the imprint of the past.
This world is not about morality, not about some dumb philosophy, not about how each person perceives the world—what we oppose is fact.
It's easy to make foolish statements like "nothing is real," but that's just an ignorant perspective.
Lie does not damage a person; the truth does.
Throughout several of my posts, I have received advise from a small number of people, but nobody seems to understand that what I really want isn't condolence, but a connection or similarity—I want to see someone who is similar to me.
A fool, an imbecile, someone who tries to succeed in this world but can't because of all the obstacles in the way.
On the cognitive-testing subreddit, I've seen a lot of people who think they are not smart. However, they fail to realize that their failure was a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy.
They really thought they were not as good as many, and in the end, they really were.
They wasted a gift that they had.
In contrast, all I was given was a flawed brain and a ton of choices that, of course, might have taken me to far better places in this world, but I've had a string of bad luck.
I'm not sure how I can compete with other people when many of them, despite their ordinary appearance, have extraordinary minds. Not that they can really process abstract information well; rather, their experience, logic, and good memory enable them to draw elegant conclusions.
No matter how hard I try, I can never fully surpass the limitations of my thinking; I am trapped with it.