And above all, do not fear death

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I am engulfed by an all-encompassing sense of meaninglessness, a yearning for something intangible, perhaps nonexistent. Do you feel it too? That gnawing desperation? Does it claw at your soul, leaving you gasping in silent anguish? Like specters condemned to wander aimlessly, reciting hollow justifications for their meager existences. Like great men ensnared by their own flaws. I walk among no greater men than myself. But am I any different? What must I do? Action seems a foreign concept to those around me, yet all I have achieved is but a whisper in the face of true greatness. It is nothing. But I have decided. I must do more. I must set out for the untamed wilderness, for the shadowed corners of the city. I will seize life with a ferocity and passion and cry out, “I YET LIVE!” For I am neither dead nor among the walking dead. I refuse to slip into life’s monotonous grind. I will seek challenges and pursue prestige, clinging to my highest hopes. I implore you: do not become one of the hollow-eyed, with your soul scooped out and discarded. Recall the dreams of your youth and chase after them with unbridled joy. Do not wish for another time, another life. Instead, be grateful for who and where you are. It is easier now than ever before to carve greatness into the hearts of men, even if the only heart that feels is your own. And above all, do not fear death.