I’m primarily sustained through drugs.
I’ve little direct connection to the world.
I live off the byproducts of their existence.
Would I have ventured out, had this form of sustenance been absent? Or would I have withered to nothing?
This is a muted existence.
My heart aches with loneliness.
The more I digest to comfort it, the stronger the muscle grows and the deeper are it’s pangs.
My body writhes to live, and with my scarce energy, I suppress it with promises.
A continual battle to avoid the pits the despair.
Unto what, Dear Ben, unto what?
I need to engage with the world.
That’s the core - engagement.
We’re all systems shaped by past engagements with the wider environment.
The medium of progress / change was how fruitful our interactions were.
To deny these interactions, is to deny all that composes oneself as a system.
A powered computer acting as a paperweight.
This process has been long in the making, you fool, don’t discredit yourself.
I’ve been slowly widening the circle of the environment to which I engage, and the means to which I engage it.
Yet, you need all the support you can get. Don’t resist.
If it’s artificial, if it’s secondhand, if it’s filtered remains - take it regardless!
If that’s what’s needed to power you through, embrace it with open arms - but always as a means to an end, not as an end in itself.
Don’t lose sight.