The Raw Arithmetic of Being

Our entire existence as humans hangs on two primal drives: survival and the need to feel something.

Strip away the nonsense, and that’s all we are. Animals clawing for another breath while chasing a flicker of meaning.

Some days, survival feels like enough.

Others, the need to feel burns hotter, sharper, until it consumes us.

When we can’t find it, we self-destruct, just to see if the ashes will tell us who we were supposed to be.