somehow, long ago, i thought it would all eventually cease. this stinging, this vibrational inadequacy that thrums beneath the surface. i look at people older than me and think “hey, they must really have their shit together if they managed to survive past the confines of their pre-adult brain thoughts.” i’m learning i was wrong. i’m learning to remember that we are all the same, getting relentlessly tossed around by this thundering fear of uniformity. that, though we each trace a unique path of development, these fleshy blobs knocking around our skulls are connected by a common enemy: ourselves. the question i guess i have now is how we all collectively continue to live with it? how do billions of people, cursed by an obscure uneasiness, manage to thrive under the suffocation of the thoughts they shove down their throats? how do we, as a species, manage to accomplish anything at all?