It is more accurate to remain uncertain of most issues and circumstances, but it’s also more beneficial to you and the people around you.

Been reading Nietzsche lately, who reminds me about my recent questions about the past and, more generally, about reality. He questions the origin of “the truth”, and if it exists. For the past five years I’ve asked myself similar questions about my own truth. At first I thought it was a constructive process — but now I just wonder whether anything really matters.

Since I’ve cut out of my life all the news, media, and outside information that is impractical, aside from the occasional curiosity, I’ve come to realize the idea of truth is divisive, and considering we all have our own unconcealed agendas, its pursuit is a useless diversion from living. To me it seems so obvious that, at this point in my life, I only wonder what motivates others to ignore what is inside them.

Why do we all believe our demons are the worst? Perhaps we all believe everyone else has life figured out, as if your situation is somehow better than mine. Ostensibly that decision process is a kind of truth evaluation, and a dead giveaway of a certain lack of awareness.

Insecurity drives the hunt for truth — yet it is a false comfort, a substitute for acknowledging the void of our existence. But we tend to hide for a reason. Why? Well, that discovery is up to you, I’ve given up thinking about it.