suffering deserves understanding, not worship. you’re not here to romanticize pain — you’re here to build a life worth living. don’t throw a filter over your youth, your village, or that filthy ditch by your childhood home. they’re not sacred. they’re just memories — no better than today. your brain edits the past to protect you, trimming out the shame and leaving only the soft edges. if every ugly frame stayed sharp, you’d fall apart. look forward. life has no script and no walls. stare at a star map long enough and it hits you — earth is a dot in a galaxy of dots, and your life is a flicker. your birth and death won’t even register on the scale of the cosmos. you are not the center of anything. you are not chosen. you’re a sequence of agct, one of billions. there is no built-in meaning. you get one shot. one moment. that’s it. make it count — or don’t. the universe won’t care either way.