what keeps you going when you want to give up?
Other people.
Where I cannot find strength in myself, I can find a sense of emptiness, or calm, in the pursuit of others and how much more they make sense, and that emptiness can be so intoxicating that I can lose myself to them. I can borrow strength from their experiences, make method out of what works for them that makes sense for me, and how interesting they are gives me passion and enough of a distraction to not drive myself insane.
People are my crutch, my salvation, and without them I would simply shrivel up and die. They are my muse, my inspiration, my drug, my understanding of what both is and isn't. If left to myself it could be anything, which in itself is a more anxious form of nothingness, while others are so much easier to read, so deterministically bound that my following their lead makes for an easier time seeing where I myself am going.
I don't need anything supernatural to keep going, as there's plenty enough in this world already. Any means of saying that "there's nothing" about life is a failing within ourselves, not the world.
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