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I didn't post in this thread yet, so now I do.
Today I realized that the fact I have no friends does not indicate I'd be a bad person. It just happened to be so. Causality and chance, nothing higher.
What's more, all my suffering is void of a moral meaning, neither a sin, nor punishment. It doesn't mean I'd be bad, flawed or guilty. I'm no less of a person because of being in pain. I have no reason to be ashamed.
My pain cannot be a divine message; because if my god really wanted to tell me something, he'd do it in a clear and obvious way, not by silently playing sadistic games that'd ultimately benefit neither me nor Him.
What's more, I cannot blame myself either. In retrospect, everything I had ever done was done because at that point in time, that seemed to be the best I could do, as far as my limited knowledge allowed. If I went back in time, I'd commit the same mistakes again; simply because I made each of them for a good reason.
I thought on what I could do to change my life for the better. Obviously, getting depressed, worried or angry is not; that could only hinder, not help me with getting my shit together. Though I might be deeply unsatisfied with my life and myself, that's no reason make it even worse. I'm forced to conclude that if I have absolutely no idea what I should do, it all makes sense to sigh a big one, relax, and do nothing in particular, except to enjoy life until a miracle comes along, be it big or small, from within or from without, in one form or another. After all, what else there is?
It took me many years spent in shame, worry and guilt to arrive at this. I'm here in part because I don't want You to suffer the way I did. I see myself in you and want you to be happy. Please forgive me for my rambling.
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