>>34420
I'm quite different. When I was little kid, I was casted away from every group, and I myself despised to identify myself with the values of others.
So I grew without desire. Approval, possessions, the pleasures that others had been told as the greatest things and thus wanted to attain since young age, I never wished for them.
However, I soon found this to be quite the curse. No holding lust even for knowledge, I submerged myself in escapism until my teenage years. And I realized with all my time fantasizing that my wish was indeed to wish something.
I started "working out" when I was thirteen in home, where I have always done exercise. I had idolized heroes and thought that if I could protect someone maybe there would still be meaning to my existence. Since about five years ago I started fitting perfectly with normal people. I was quite the goody two shoes back then, though, and I felt repulsed at their coping strategies, badmouthing people that weren't there right now. I still had vitality to get angry at things and the impulse to change them. However, a couple of years ago, suicide sprints left me devoid of any kind of hatred, anxiety, anticipation or worries. Not with the most mundane things as exams or presentations, nor with the more horrid things that you could imagine. I felt myself grow emptier as I pushed the limits of my body harder, and soon I found joy only in those minutes where I could actually feel alive, breathless, close to the doors of death. The deep philosophy and fiction that I valued as a teenager appears now dull and superfluous. I am barely in my twenties, but I mocked and called pseudointelectual a teacher in a meeting when I saw that she had movies like Minority Report, Matrix and samples of the literary contests of the university. Nowadays, I train two or three hours a day, read during the same amount of time a week and sleep the rest of the time. I don't have a sense of self, and I don't value my life.
"My existence may be meaningless, but the path I choosed isn't". Thinking that, I continued believing only in believing, in those ideals that defined me and that I truly desired. I commit myself without hope of ever being rewarded. Unaware of loss nor aware of gain. This life needs no meaning. I have no regrets. This is the only path. My whole life was Unlimited Sprint Works