Anxiety.
Powerlessness.
Perpetual.
Loneliness.
Exile.
anxiety weaves its web around the mind, a relentless whisper reminding you of the fragility of certainty and the transience of peace. Here, powerlessness becomes a philosophical paradox, for the more you grasp at control, the more elusive it becomes, slipping like sand through clenched fists. Perpetual loneliness is not just an absence of company but a profound separation from the self, a disquieting realization that in a world teeming with voices, your own goes unheard, even by you. Exile, then, is not merely a physical displacement but an existential state, a drifting apart from the essence of belonging, a wandering soul searching for meaning in the vast void of human experience. In this landscape, one confronts the harsh truths of existence: that to be is to be anxious, to strive is to be powerless, to live is to be lonely, and to know oneself is to face exile.