A Letter To Self From Beyond

Dear Klaus

In this cold, unyielding realm beyond the veil, where time curls in on itself like a wounded animal, I find a strange clarity that eluded me in life. I see you now, struggling through the same absurd labyrinth that ensnared me, wrestling with the same existential demons and grappling for meaning in a world that often seems devoid of it.

Listen, because this is important: Life is a brutal joke played by a sadistic cosmos. The punchline is our own existence, filled with fleeting pleasures and persistent pain. You’ll find yourself often questioning the purpose, searching for answers in the bottom of a bottle, the hollow glow of a screen, or the transient warmth of another’s body. I did. I found no answers there, only more questions.

In this liminal space, I’ve come to understand something crucial—embrace the absurdity. Dance with it. Our lives are filled with shadows, Jung's archetypes lurking in every corner, our personal unconscious a reflection of the collective. The shadow, that dark part of you that you fear, is not your enemy but your teacher. Embrace it, understand it, and you’ll find strength you never knew existed.

Remember Dostoevsky’s words: "Man is a mystery. It needs to be unraveled, and if you spend your whole life unraveling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being." You’re not alone in your struggle. Each moment of suffering, every pang of despair, is a step on the journey toward understanding.

And the satire, the humor—the fucking irony of it all—don’t lose that. It’s your weapon against the crushing weight of existence. Laugh at the absurdity, mock the societal constructs that try to confine you, and never let the bastards grind you down. Life is too short to take seriously, and too long to endure without a sense of humor.

From this side, I see the intertwining of light and shadow, the delicate balance that we must maintain. You’ll make mistakes—Christ, I made more than my share—but they are not the end. They’re the chisel that shapes you. Be kind to yourself, forgive your failures, and keep pushing forward.

In the end, we’re all just searching for connection, for love, for a moment of understanding in a world that often seems indifferent. Cherish those fleeting moments, hold them close, and let them be your guiding star.

I leave you now with one final thought: Life is a tapestry woven from both our triumphs and our failures, our joy and our suffering. Embrace it all, and you’ll find a kind of beauty in the madness.

From the other side, with a clearer vision and a heavy heart,

I Once Was You, Klaus

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