If I were forced to figure out what was special about me, I would conclude that my unique feature and sole distinguishing characteristic is my being remarkably regular, dull, and uninteresting. I wake up, go to school, sleep in varying classes depending on circumstances, go home, eat food, watch some anime/movies, play video games if I feel so compelled, do homework, then go to bed. Rinse and repeat and you would have my life in a nutshell.
That being said I'm not a very vibrant person. Contrarily, I often find myself to be exuding a malicious sense of despair, darkness, and pessimism. I lack strong passion for any particular subject and as of now have no goals nor real desires in life. Vibrance and color is a foreign concept to me as life just seems excessively bland, annoying, and even bothersome to a degree. Even so, I still continue to put in effort—I work hard in most things I do and even though I am cynical and realize that the future may not reward me for my efforts, I still try my best to work for a "better future". As with everyone living, I find myself despising the morbid reality but still naively neglect its all-encompassing darkness and innocently attempt to forge an illuminating path for myself. Even though I feel lonely and distant, even though I do not possess any special talent nor exceptional intelligence, even though I lack any desires or goals in life, even though I feel my existence is negligible, and even though I am confident that none of that will ever change, I still, for some irrational reason, work diligently for the illogical and incorporeal possibility of a "better future". People, me included, live off of this notion of hope more than anything, for without hope or even a grain of optimism there would be no purpose in life. That's my impression of life and that's why I still exist despite my dark and grim self. Expect more pessimistic ramblings from this blog in the future!
Artwork by ArseniXC ("digital-art-gallery.com/picture/2528")
