I'm overall happier than I've probably ever been in my life. As pretentious as it sounds, sometimes I wonder if it's real. Like... this is a dream, right? I'm not religious or into any supernatural beliefs, but the one really absurdist idea I had was I used to think I was having a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, or that I died and was in hell. I truly believed this. What happened? Did the dreamer have a dream within the nightmare? Did I wake up? Is this heaven? I just look around and things are overall better. I've gone from complete incel doomer loser to being around cool people, doing things I've wanted for a long time. There's just been a couple nights where I'm like... Well here I am, somehow. This is happening. It's like the fastest powercreep ever, but in reality. Countless lonely nights and toiling and busting my ass, climbing a mountain with no sign of a peak, to just randomly find myself at the top, the rock I chipped away at constantly with no give just pulverized in a second it seems. It's so fucking weird. The joke is I know it's not random and I can pinpoint the exact moment things shifted.
It's really a depressing thought to know giving up on your parents is the best thing you ever did for yourself. It breaks me a bit to know there's a hole that will never be filled. It's painful to know giving up on the one thing you wanted more than anything is the most integral part to making your life better. I like to believe that I can force my way through anything through willpower or just having the right mindset; so knowing there's literally nothing I could do to have the relationship I want with my family destroys me a lot. At least now that I know the reaction will be the same no matter what, I can make the right choices to avoid the pain. It just feels so wrong, though. My life is better now. But I know deep down that I could be a millionaire, be in my dream career, be living in a beautiful house and have a harem of women around me... and that I would still trade it all away in a second to be able to spend one day with my mom the way I knew her as a boy. I would trade every day of the rest of my life to feel that warmth just one more time....
I miss my momma.
... Everything's moving too fast. Not just in the typical "It's almost May already?" way. The time for the move is approaching and everything is going just fine now. Because of course it has to be going perfectly, now. Maybe I could postpone it yet again but do I really want to be the guy who's life becomes a running gag of "Will he move on with his life this episode?". Just hate how this shit works. Everything starts working out for me the second I have a drive to change my life, knowing all that positive change ultimately came from wanting to change things. I lowkey hate this weirdly semi-peaceful purgatory I've made for myself. Knowing I could cash in the chips and live a somewhat okay life for the first time ever or I could go all in and reach for more. I know most people don't even get that luxury of choosing risk. I should be so lucky.
Generally really exhausted. I get up in the morning and hear my body and just say "Hey, that shouldn't be making that sound just yet." Generally I feel like I'm drowning. I love actually having people in my life but I didn't realize how tiring being around everyone can be. Sometimes I just want to lay down and just have a day to myself. I kind of like the frenetic, hustling vibe. I feel like I'm on a really high level in an arcade game or I somehow started doing a really awesome endless combo on someone and people are rooting me on and I can't afford to lose steam right now. I kind of love the results but oh my god does the exhaustion hit sometimes.
I think I haven't figured out the conundrums and difficult questions of life or our times, probably because I don't think there's any actual decent answers for them anymore. However, I'm keeping myself distracted, which seems to be the one thing that helps. There's times I look at the price of houses or I think about the future left to my generation or hear the news and really despair... but for the most part I try to do the "live my best life" routine and not think too hard about it. Sometimes I feel selfish for not caring so much. Maybe I should be pulling some Che Guevera shit, running a revolution, but for the most part I can't really care too much right now.
However, I have solidified my thoughts about moving out of country in the next few years. Not just because of whatever culture war shit is happening in the week, but I just am generally exhausted by a lot of american society anymore. People seem more vapid and boring outside of my immediate circle and I just think I'd feel more at home in a different culture. Don't know where, but I think my major plans for the next couple years would be traveling and finding a place I'd feel comfortable moving to. Maybe I just haven't found the right place in the states, but it's worth looking.
So overall, things are quite good. I'd say the best they've been in probably... half a decade. I've made ridiculously strong strides in a short while. I've somehow started meeting the standards I've had for myself. I'm proud of myself.