The urges of being something need to be allocated somewhere in one’s life, but is it really possible to live fully without all these allocations? Like, can we actually exist without chasing, without trying to fit our emotions into goals, faces, or places? Sometimes it feels like the moment we stop assigning meaning, life starts to blur like a painting losing its edges. But maybe that blur is peace.Maybe the urge itself is what keeps us restless, and letting it float unanchored is the only real freedom.Yet again, who wants freedom when the cage feels like purpose?

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