I spent all the years of my life searching for meaning and I don’t find it anywhere. I never met a person that had an answer. How foolish all of them seemed to me- Ignorant, full of vanity, fooling themselves to being purposeful, but beneath their superficial faces I knew no one was satisfied. In this city, I never saw a person who was really happy.
Now I see why. It’s because I wanted to see them unhappy, it’s because I wanted to see them as superficial, meaningless fools. It’s all so clear. I was just seeing myself in others. I was the one who was the fool. I was the one who wasn’t happy. I was the meaningless fool having illusion of seeking purposefulness. All we see is ourselves.