Demo 2

I am dependent to feeling thoroughly the pains and pangs of our worldly emotions. Nothing is comparable to the actualized idea the final joy or the flesh’s confirmation. I will live right up to the end and I believe I will live long. This is my most blasphemous humanly belief. I cannot commit a worse sin apart from this sole belief of my perceived longevity. I am constantly seeking the new actualization of my ‘health’ in this life. I believe if I can create the life that presents the most opportunity for physical and mental health and that is an illness in itself. My delusions may not kill me but infect my actual decisions with wrath feelings of inadequacy. But the sole idea of living in the direction of my own idea of happiness doesn’t allow me to fail myself by definition- which is the true madness.