Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

My different personalities leave me in peace now.

We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.

We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.