It really is a lie we tell ourselves that there is this beautiful thing worth living for. Sickness can’t be cured by presence.
Dissolving things into experiencing for its own sake also doesn’t work either. Some people are not built for flowing like this. Observation too makes them sick with passivity.
Maybe you just get so hot in the head and die trying? Putting yourself out there constantly until a character emerges. But the truth is maybe you are just the worst person ever. Now just forced to live it.
After every curse we still seek to say life is blessed. But that argument, that blessing, isn’t a fact in the world.