27: hope
it's never over. it's never over. it is never over.
somehow people think it's cool to be blackpilled these days. to be cynical, to be hateful, to give up all desire for a better future. but some days that desire is all we have.
victor frankl saw it himself in auschwitz: his fellow prisoners who gave up hope, or those who tied their hope to an exact outcome or date, were the first to die.
as a teenager i learned that sarcasm, irony, and pessimism were an effective defense against my pain. but as i've grown older i realize that these emotional shields are brittle. they can only withstand so much grief, only so much heartbreak before my world comes crashing down again. and, forced to face my inner abyss, i realize there is nowhere to run.
and yet...it is that very abyss that taught me: once you've hit the floor, there is no distance left to fall.