Relentless Life.

A Life to Deal with 2 Options.

Life often feels like it narrows down to just two options. It shouldn’t. One option might be liberating; more than two might offer clarity. But two? Two are maddening. The first is always offensive, gut-wrenching, and brutal to choose. The second parades as the right one, only to betray you in the end.

I’ve been leaning on the second option for too long. The outcomes? Exhausting and predictable. The first option screams challenge, confrontation—everything I despise yet everything I avoid.

Life is a forward journey understood only in reverse. Why? Because hindsight carries clarity. No two lives run parallel; each defines its own truth. But the catch? It’s rarely what they say it is.

You may be good, but that doesn’t exempt you from being bad. Opinions come like daggers, disguised as advice but landing like taunts.

I get it now. The way I express myself? It irritates people, offends them, even when I find it fascinating. Communication is a weapon, sharp until misused. Half-spoken truths breed misunderstandings and distortions. And those who claim to “understand you”? They're the biggest mirage—a false comfort we give ourselves.

You are what you’ve been. The world demands change, but I don’t care about changing the world. I want to change my world—the one I’ve built and the people I’ve allowed into it. It’s like letting a stranger in and watching him dismantle everything you’ve created, piece by piece, without even realizing it.

Misconceptions run deep. You’re made to believe you’re right, but the chorus of pointed fingers says otherwise.

So here I am—just another stranger on the internet unloading raw thoughts, not to enlighten but to vent. Cringeworthy, maybe. A horseman tearing down his own world, striving for things he knows he shouldn’t.