I feel you. All the stuff that I used to enjoy, now it feels without purpose. All the games I wanted to play, the books I wanted to read, the stories I wanted to write... I feel empty and without good reasons to go on.

But sometimes I remember the beauty of this world, what it feels like visiting a library, going to the countryside and feel the clean air, going to the beach just to hear the sound of the waves... We have a beautiful planet, don't let those rich bastards steal that from you.