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Everything is melting away in tiny pieces of existence. Light as the air we breath, but still heavy as all the problems we have to face.
As if even the tiniest things we have to care about have become huge and unbearable, and life light as if it was just a dream. Always dreaming of yesterday and tomorrow, since today is the day we have to face ourselves.
But where are we? In the things we are doing? In the books we are reading? In the language we speak? How can a spiderweb of worldly things like that have such a great influence on what we are? Or is it just the way things are - we are both bound and condemned to this world?
Can a soul help us to bear our problems? Are there any psychologists or psychiatrists who know the answer? No. No. No. No.
They do not even know if there is a soul! They talk about it all the time, but have no proof!
Is it an impulse? Hormones? Influence? Part of the body? Nobody knows.
Still, there is a bunch of people who claims to know what they are talking about without even noticing that they are bound to some "almost-true" theories and books written by people who only needed the money.
Still, is there any escape?
It doesn't seem that we can control our lives anyway. We cannot do whatever we want, because of society, and since we are part of the society, we are both the problem and sufferer.

anyway

whatever