
Listen, pal, I know how life can hit you when the hour's late, and the world outside is a black pit, sucking the light right out of you.
I’ve been there.
And the present? It’s a relentless grind. In this day and age, we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in one piece. And if you wish to go anywhere… hell, you must run thrice as fast and it’s not humanly possible. We’re just scraping by from paycheck to paycheck.
You can't see the future; it’s just a dark road leading to another dead end. You keep telling yourself that the next day, the next project, the next job, the next drink — maybe they’ll be different, but deep down, you know they won't be. It’s a lie, but you’re stuck in it like quicksand. And there ain’t a soul alive that can pull you out.
Somewhere in the past, that is no longer true, you had your ████████, your ████ ████ or your ████. But now? You are all alone in this daily grind with a pinch of misery. You’re alone, and that’s the bitterest pill. You sit there, the night swallowing you whole, and all you can hear is the click-clack of the keys as you type out yet another damn report that won’t change a damn thing.
It sounds like some rookie’s dream, I know. I had that dream once. I’ve lost it. Yes, I’m still breathing, but I don’t know how. Maybe it’s just sheer guts that keep me stumbling forward. Wouldn't recommend following this beat-up path, but if you’re smart, you’ll remember one thing: it ain’t the light that kills you — it’s the darkness that tries to swallow it whole.