deconstructing oblivion

Ah yes, here we are. The best of all. Sending out transmission from the void. This screen that speaks to you, only if you read. As my words stare back at you, in an attempt to help your defiance against normality, you may wonder 'Why in the hell am I reading this?'
Well for starters, using hell is the right word. For most of us we are indeed in hell; our newly renovated and furnished 9th ring. You know the place. It's the place where you wave at Dante, smile and ask how his day was. A place where you have flashes of the real but you can't put the pieces together. The jumbled fractions, the misplaced thoughts that rupture your subconscious with more questions. The absolute frustration of unsteady footing, the lack of self confidence. The eternal loop of self doubt.
Well I'm here to tell you fucking enough. Cut that shit out. Put out the disruption beacon and make the jump, the walk, the stride, the run, whatever it takes. Standup and go to the closest mirror and ask yourself what do you see? How many times have you said no when you should have said yes? Is this what you truly want? Is this what you truly need? How many times have other people told you what you should be, how you should act and what you should do?
You are an original and the loneliness you feel is not hell. Not taking the risk to be true to your potential is.
Now get our there, enough of me for today. Go do something animated and real.

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