It's always a lie. It's never what it purports to be. It's only about one thing. And it's not the truth.
The truth is elastic. It sits on a shaken foundation. The structure is still standing, but it's not altogether safe. It resembles the past, but it makes no sense. Inanimate objects have meaning you are not cognizant of. Mundane items like cotton swabs have a use you never contemplated.
This spoon was not deposited under this tree by someone who had just had cereal, or perhaps a dessert of tasty pudding. It was discarded by someone attempting to hide their true nature.
Who is at fault here? Who is being harmed?
What is a wasted life?
We hear about the sanctity of life, that all life is precious, while the evidence presented to us indicates that life is cheap, easily thrown away, and taken for a joke.
Life is serious, but not that serious. You are not important. The only inherent value you have is what you can give other people.
And the only value they have is what they give you.
That is how it works.
Stop blaming them for everything that has gone so wrong in your life.
Stop blaming them for everything you've done, because you did it.
The sun is shining outside.
Even in the darkness.
You need very little else.
Only your greed makes you hungry.
You have all you need.
So, decide. Do you want to live, or do you want to die?