I don't know my life guidelines
I'm really messed up and selfish, but I'm aware that it's disrespectful to everyone who has been struggling for the past year and is doing their best to live.
From an objective point of view, I grew up very blessed with a family environment, financial aspects, and relationships. People around me say that, and I'm keenly aware of it myself. However, they always affirmed and expected me that way, and even though I should have been given a lot of things, there is a feeling that all of them slip through between my fingers, and it's very scary.
Maybe they've lived a solid life while being clumsy until now. However, when I entered high school, I learned about social structures, human spirituality, historical backgrounds, etc. in Japanese and public classes, and I feel that the way I see the world surrounding me changed for better or worse. If you look at the internet, there are plenty of malicious (or hidden even if you're not aware of it) discriminatory words and ugly biases by humans who attack others and try to drag them down. Meanwhile, in front of my real self, there are people who smile kindly without changing anything. The intense gap between this hellish internet and the warm, real scenery seems to make me go crazy.
Other than that, if you look at the internet, if you read books, talk to others, you can often feel that there are many people in the world who are suffering unreasonably. Nevertheless, I feel unbearably sorry for being presumptuously worried that there are no inconveniences, that the meaning of my life that I have never experienced unfairness is empty.
This may be another story, but I began to realize that my heart soaked in the lukewarm water called happiness was extremely mean. It didn't change that I was also covered in discrimination, prejudice, and mean greed. It makes me think that my heart, which is getting so fat, that I'm a lowly person with a bad personality, and a half-hearted person.
The main premise that “we must live” itself makes me feel stuffy, and I feel that there is no point in my existence when I think about things I don't understand that I can think because I am such a free person.
Even if I know I shouldn't think about it, I just can't stop it.
How should we deal with this sense of emptiness and regret that comes from being blessed?
It really saves me when I get a word that can deceive my current self in a good sense. Sorry for the long post.
