im going to explode im going to be a rebellious teenager and leave home and start my own gang and then become the most epic gangsta evah im going to become a politician and ban time limited tests and then make someone buy me a theraputic icecream im going to escape into the woods where i befriend a beaver and start my own animal uprising against mayors named jerry
Angst at its finest. What's the purpose? To feel something existential is a world where you born with existence before essence? Is the life of a "gansta" virtuous and fulfilling? Is therapeutic ice-cream the cure for a restless heart filled with hatred, pain and chaos? Is Jerry truly the enemy? Live this life not chained in manacles of hatred for others, for this life is too short for such trifles. Forgive, re-evaluate, and let your spirit climb higher. The higher the climb the greater the view, the greater the revelations and for we all delight in the beauty of the butterfly but rarely admit to the changes it went through to achieve that beauty. Be kind to yourself.