We [only] live to satisfy our addictions.
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We [only] live to satisfy our addictions.
Our happiness, biological.
Our memories, malleable.
Our perception, contrived.
Whose world, among thousands of thousands of thousands, is real?
con·tent Adjective /kənˈtent/
How.
Sometimes I am glad to feel sad. Feeling sad is a reminder that I am alive.
I should probably be upset. Maybe even angry.
But I am too busy grinning at imaginary you.