We do the same things over and over again. Life isn’t satisfying to me when the past is a burden of broken hearts. Im walking down the street and feel deep sadness. Im going to grow old and die, dancing with the same hopes until then. It just isn’t fulfilling and it is misery. I don’t get it, I just don’t. The only way I can forget is to keep myself very busy with worldly things, but thats just avoiding the objective perspective of what life is really about.

Am I stupid to think this way?