Liberation Day
Your death changed everything.
Nothing is the same as before.
The awareness of being alive, that today’s "cogito ergo sum" is merely an illusion, that solitude is not as toxic as the fear of it.
I don't feel right—I haven't felt right for a long time.
I find it increasingly difficult to live in a world that puts achievement above all, where the best trumps the good, and more is valued over what is essential.
I think a lot when I'm afraid. Now, I'm almost afraid to think too much.
I wish I could live freely, yet I feel guilty for it.
I'm also afraid of losing my mind: sometimes, in doing what seems wrong, it feels like I am doing what is most right and natural.