The Conflict

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Inner Voice: “That’s not the answer you’re looking for. Yes, sometimes it feels like the only way out, like it could finally stop everything. But deep down, you know there has to be another solution.”

Self: “Sometimes, it feels easier to surrender to that cold weight than to search for solutions that might not even exist.”

Inner Voice: “I get why it’s tempting, I really do. But I can’t just accept the idea of disappearing without experiencing everything you’ve always wanted.”

Self: “What’s the point of fighting? Everything’s against me—people, circumstances, God or the universe. Maybe the darkness is the only thing that accepts me as I am.”

Inner Voice: “There has to be a reason you’re still here, still looking for love and meaning, even in all this chaos.”

Self: “What if the search is just a trick? What if I’m just meant to wander, forever lost in the noise, with no help or answers ever coming?”

Inner Voice: “Then what? Just give up like a loser? You know you’re going to hell according to most religions. And if there’s nothing beyond, then you won’t get to see anything or anyone you love ever again. So, why not enjoy what you still have? Do the things you love, be with the people who matter, while you still can?”

Self: “Maybe there’s nothing to lose because there’s nothing beyond the struggle. Maybe it’s just… me, and nothing more. A pointless chase.”

Inner Voice: “…”

Self: “Even the sunsets, the people I loved, and those little moments of joy feel distant now, like a dream I can’t quite remember. How long can I pretend people and things are still worth fighting for?”

Inner Voice: “You sound like someone who would just stand there, frozen in a pitch-black cave, too afraid to move, even if there’s a possibility of light somewhere in the tunnel.”

Self: “What if I’ve been stumbling around and hurting myself over and over in that dark cave for so long that I’ve stopped looking for the light?”

Inner Voice: “You won’t know if you don’t at least try.”

Self: “I have tried over and over again and this time, there’s no cave, no light at the end of the tunnel. I have fallen into a bottomless pit of darkness. The harder I fight, the further I sink.”

Inner Voice: “There’s definitely a way to fix this. Maybe something or someone, somewhere holds the key.”

Self: “No one can fix what’s beyond saving. I don’t even hate the pain anymore. Maybe this is all the comfort I am ever going to get. No point in fighting it.”

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