Post by K500 on May 4, 2021 6:56:38 GMT -5
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'Feelings you may feel aren't grounded' — how stupid and limited! K4 was to act as a guide, yet his advice came off as a childish challenge, tantamount to tossing a kid to the reeds and tell them to find the way back home! Sure his credentials were forged, but he had read and overthought to know better than this... By some miracle, Jackie found use to his useless words. Anxiety and pain were closely related, the mind had such inordinate power that it could think the body into weakness or, extremely rarely, cure it. Also, studies proved that happy people live longer, the bastards.
"I'm not sure there's such a thing as a mundane day, but yours for sure haven't been 'comfortable'." Nervousness, apprehension, fear; anxiety had its use. It kept people alert, aware to stimuli, in and outside of them. Senses and thoughts shifted, even perceptions as elementary as weight and time were warped to ensure survival. But that was a holdover from a more feral time, modern living had a knack to keep people ruminating on the same thoughts over and over. A memory became morbid, forced to fester, supplant reason and the most genuine want... like a virus, trying to replicate. Interesting. "Your inability to seek help isn't a personal failing, you don't blame a sick person for their fever. It's a symptom of something greater, and that you can control. It'll take time, patience, effort, because this will need a completely different outlook on life. Because you mustn't characterize yourself as someone who has failed since that day and every day since." K4 was thinking of Curbi, their plays and schemes, how he missed his brother. He solved nothing by running away. Maybe it wasn't just fear, maybe he thought he didn't deserve a life. He didn't want anyone else to feel that way.
"You were a kid, now an adult, who has to deal with a very complicated situation, something that can't ever be resolved truly. You can't change what happened, you can still live a happy, fulfilling life, away from that trauma, that day." he paused, elbows set on the table, resting a hand on his forehead while the other wrote brisk numbers.