After depression comes denial, and acceptance follows right behind. Beginning to think that the great old puppeteer has once again fooled my mortal minds, blunt those instincts that I've come to trust so dearly.

Maybe it's really the learnt helplessness kicking in. Just like how I realize at the end of the day, we are all just animals, fighting for the same things that animals would fight for, just in a different and supposedly more civilized way.

Just like how learnt helplessness disables the ability to struggle, perhaps one day I'll learn to wriggle comfortably in unease so much so that I'll slowly forget the consciousness of others.

Where to one, one is the world, yet to the world, one is nothing but a speck of dust.