Counterproductive Misery

When I take a step back and look at my problems, I have a chance to take them all in at once.. And in truth, all my problems are revealed to me how small they actually are. Everyone is so concerned with their own problems.. Concerned with minor details that have no influence on anything of real importance in existence.

A lot of people tell me they care about me.. What good does that do for anyone? What would it matter if something happened to me? Or them? The world would still go on as always.. without a bit of change in pace whatsoever.

If I had never existed, no one could really say something was missing, could they? Or.. If I died today, what would things be like in a year from now? In five years? Does it even matter? I would think not. This world just keeps getting worse, and we just keep bringing more and more people into it.

I'm not afraid of death, but I really don't want to die..

Ever.

And I don't want to grow old. I want to stay young forever.. But a lot of people share that desire, and so far nothing has been accomplished to acquire that dream.

But it's a waste of time for me to think about stuff like that.

I find myself thinking about that kind of shit that's probably best not thought about, and it makes me feel so incredibly miserable, and there's nothing I can do about it anymore. I've sealed my own fate by doing that time after time, and it's all I seem to know by now..

I don't know why I keep doing that to myself and to others. But again, when all is looked upon in proper perspective, it doesn't matter at all. I don't know what it is about me. Perhaps change makes me feel uneasy. Maybe I'm just too accustomed to my old ways. It might be that that isn't the proper perspective to be looking through.

Humans have so much potential. Potential we can never use.

If only we'd stop letting our emotions get the best of us.

...But then what kind of ravenous creatures would mankind be?