I have grown to dislike the world in so many ways. At first I think it was a realization that there are many things in the world that cause people pain. I have grown to focus on these things. Whereas before I could still embrace certain things, just with some boundaries.
I forget that it’s not all bad. I never realized that I can’t lump everything together so critically without losing myself. The way that I saw things before when I didn’t have anything to lose. At least I didn’t physically have anything to lose. Thinking that the world is so corrupt has caused me to hold back my ability to be understanding. And in the end I am carrying unnecessary negative weight by my own choice.
So maybe the world’s not all bad.