Stars Asunder
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topics:suicidal-ideation
Do NOT continue if you are not ready to confront those topics. This is your only warning.
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Fate has a funny way of catching up to us.
But perhaps I've evaded it more than enough times. There's a calling to the world you experience naturally, one that makes you stay, makes you think. For some people this is goals. For others it may be their legacy.
I am very much a person who cares about legacy. I want to leave a lasting impression on everyone I meet and know, I want them to remember me and never forget me.
But now, I have to wonder, what after you impose your legacy?
Is it finally time to fade?
The world will keep turning without us. It will keep turning without me. I am not... needed, as it turns out. I do not matter.
My calling has long since expired and I wonder, I wonder often... if maybe my time is waning. Because death does claim us all, but it's not always going to be by natural means. I already know the end. I just don't know when it arrives. Perhaps that will be soon. Perhaps it will be later.
Purpose is so hard to find and even more to hold onto but there is one more thing I have left to cement before I go, the one string keeping my kite anchored in the hurricane: the strong compulsion to provide for others.
I have already mentioned my dedication to this task before, in Permafrost which was more of a reflection. But this is an aspiration of mine, a hope. One day I want to be able to provide for as many people as possible. And in order to do that I need to be alive, I think.
which means I need to take care of myself. I'm not very good at that, I'll have you know. I've lost about 15 pounds of weight in the last 2-3 weeks due to not eating which is... dangerous (especially considering I'm already barely within the "healthy range"- now I'm underweight) and I have actually awful hygiene habits. It's so hard to care about sustaining yourself further than just... being alive. But there's also a duty to have the capacity to provide, one that I've been neglecting.
It's so hard to accept that I actually need to care now and that not caring is just no longer an option. But it is my duty, so I have to fulfill it.
The suffering is never over.
(essentially this is just bullying myself into not being depressed which is probably gonna just make me feel many times worse later)

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