Time is a flat circle, and we are all doomed to repeat our pasts.
The world is a cruel place, and we are just here to bear witness.
Theres no time, just the story we tell ourselves.
Every moment is the last moment, yet it echoes forever.
Human beings are a mistake; the universe is full of chaos.
We are all searching for meaning in a meaningless world.
The past is not dead; its not even past.
Evil is a human construct, and were the architects.
Lifes a series of questions with no clear answers.
You cant know the future without understanding the past.
All our choices lead us to the inevitable.
Reality is just a mirror reflecting our beliefs.
We pretend to understand; in truth, we are lost.
Hope is a dangerous thing; it distorts our perception.
Time doesnt heal; it just reveals the scars.
The burden of existence is a heavy one to bear.
Every ending is just a prelude to another beginning.
We walk in shadows, searching for the light.
Our memories are just stories we tell ourselves.
We find comfort in illusions and call it reality.
All the answers lie in the questions we avoid.
The universe has no intentions; it just is.
Love and despair are two sides of the same coin.
We dance on the edge of madness, pretending to be sane.
The darkness within us is the only truth we own.
In seeking meaning, we often overlook the absurd.
Were all just ghosts, haunted by our own choices.
Nostalgia is a prison, keeping us shackled to the past.
In the end, were all just stories waiting to be told.
The chaos of life is what makes it beautiful.
Existence is a paradox, and so are we.
What we fear most is often what we truly are.
We build walls to protect ourselves from the truth.
Isolation is the price we pay for understanding.
The line between sanity and insanity is thin and blurry.
Freedom is an illusion we create to escape our chains.
We wear masks to hide from ourselves.
In the struggle for meaning, we often lose sight of joy.
Our thoughts are the chains binding us to our fate.
The more we know, the less we understand.
Hope can blind us to the harsh truths of reality.
The weight of existence often presses down, suffocating.
We are all searching for a light in the darkness.
Truth is often more painful than living in ignorance.
We are defined by our struggles, not our victories.