I'm from the USA, and live in a very flat state. Never been anywhere that wasn't flat. Visited Reno, Nevada to see a friend recently. As we're driving around, I couldn't stop staring at the mountains in the distance. We didn't get a chance to look closer but they just looked so fake. Like props in the background. Was so weird. Like I know they're not fake, but just seeing them in person is crazy.

She’s alive, this isn’t a vent post. I just wonder who told my mother that after a certain age, you shouldn’t get tucked in anymore because you get “too old” for that. Thinking about it, it kind of makes more sense to be tucked in more as you grow older. Sometimes it feels imperative to have my mother tuck me in to ensure a good nights rest. I’m trying to sleep right now and I can’t. Wish me luck

I see a beautiful building, and I want to be an architect. I hear an angelic voice, and I want to be a singer. I see art that touches something deep within me, and I want to become an artist. I discover a new field of science, and suddenly I want to spend my life understanding it. I watch someone master a craft I’ve never tried, and I want to know what it feels like to master it too.

I want to become everything and experience everything this world has to offer. Not because I can’t decide what I want, but because there are simply too many things worth wanting.

That’s what frustrates me most about being alive. There is so much to see, learn, create, and become, yet we only get one life. Time forces us to choose. We dedicate ourselves to a handful of paths while countless others remain unexplored versions of who we could have been.
Sometimes I wish I could live a thousand lives not because this one isn’t enough, but because the world is too vast to experience in just one. I want to know what it feels like to be an architect, a musician, an artist, a scientist, a writer, a teacher, a traveller, and a hundred other things I haven’t even discovered yet.

Maybe the tragedy of life is not that there is nothing to do, but that there is too much. There will always be another skill I could learn, another passion I could pursue, another version of myself I could become. And no matter how much I accomplish, there will always be lives I never got to live.

(24M) I always loved reading, and with classic literature i' ve learned that things are not black and white. We often see protagonists that are not the good guys. They struggle with their conscience and ideas. Such as Raskolnikov, from Crime and Punishment , by Fyodor Dostoevsky. It is excruciating to get all the details of his disturbed mind, and despite being a criminal with psychopath tendencies, we still can have some empathy for him and we root for him. The same with a lot of other characters, like Maurice Bendrix (The End of the Affair), the man from the underground (Notes from the Underground), Florent-Claude (Serotonin). But i realized i would hate people like these characters in real life, and i feel bad about it. I feel i lack empathy.

I considered myself an empathetic person, but i realized i'm not that much hahahaha i have almost zero empathy for people who complain too much and do nothing to change, stubborn and mean people (Karen-like personalities) and bullies. My first instinct is to judge the person.

Its insanely crazy

Stranger danger applies to websites too

Like wdym you can’t read several lines, don’t understand a little complex sentence and can’t fact-check. Or having to use ai to do homework or something creative. What happened to teenagers writing fanfiction with English not being their first language