I have goals, and dreams that I’ve held for so long; however, I’m obligated by my nature to be happy. Sad, sad that the world has become so unkind and so twisted.
I feel my only real option is to retreat into seclusion with a few friends who share my sentiments. We’ll start a commune and focus on water, food, and shelter: the basics. Eventually we’ll recall our former ambitions, but they will merely be shadows of what we’d given up to be cleaner humans.