I don’t know what to do. I was happiest a stoic daoist. Do nothing, exist, perhaps ponder occasionally. Be happy. Be wise. Feel life and the universe. Do not worry about death, evil, petty things. Do not be a slave to pleasing others, do not be a servant of the balance. Be yourself, let it happen.

Let them die.

And just move on.

That’s who I used to be.

Now I worry. I hustle and bustle. I can’t stop moving. I hear voices. Telepathy, of others. It’s just my brain trying to characterize characters for me. It’s completely unnecessary though. I don’t know.

I don’t know.

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