I look around and all I see are people who could be more—but aren’t.
Not because they’re lazy.
Not because they’re bad.
But because they’ve been sedated.
Sedated by porn, casual sex, weed, alcohol, cheap dopamine, fake validation, fake identities, fake conversations, bs carreers.
They’re alive, but just barely.
They laugh at nothing.
Scroll past everything.
Have sex without feeling.
Talk without saying anything.
And it breaks my fucking heart.
Because I know that behind all of it… there’s someone real.
Someone deep. Someone honest. Someone soft. Someone powerful.
But the world taught them that being open is dangerous.
That caring too much is weak.
That silence is boring.
That meaning is outdated.
So they bury it.
They become a version of themselves that’s easier to digest.
They get likes. They get laid. They get high. They get promoted.
But they don’t get peace.
And I swear I’m not judging them.
I’ve been there. I still slip.
But every time I see someone numbing themselves just to survive, I feel this deep ache in my chest.
Like… fuck, man.
You could’ve been so much more.
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Who are you hanging around with? I’ve almost never seen the characters you’re describing. Maybe just one?
I don’t know about most people. But generalised statements only really apply to the local area the person is seeing them.
Unless it’s a large scale controlled study, perceiving what most people go through is impossible. Most people are a population in the millions….
I agree
It really hits you. The realization that so many are simply existing, not truly living // It’s kind of sad, honestly. Perhaps we all need a gentle nudge to choose feeling, to embrace that vulnerability, the messy, real stuff. My friend’s journey lately has been amazing to witness, she rediscovered a childhood passion, and it’s like watching her bloom again. She told me it’s a constant effort, but the reward, a life lived with intention, is undeniably worth it. A life with purpose
Wisdom comes with age and suffering.
Same as empathy.