Silence. No thoughts. No ambition.  Wrapped in the cocoon of confirmation bias. Protected by the filtered push technology of modern life. The equivalence of happiness? Realistic utopia for someone in my demographic? Pleasantly, presently, the living dead? Irrelevant existence? No more negative thoughts lingering in the background, no more fear of depression cycling back through, embracing my mediocrity with clarity not acidity. Why didn’t I do this decades ago? No ambition. No thoughts. Silence……….

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