Bad Faith
You believe your fate to be predetermined. You say that you ‘know for a fact’ that you will not live past the age of 35. And yet, you have built your beliefs on a foundation that everything is within the realm of possibility, that you would not limit yourself or live in bad faith, that you are never or are rarely wrong, that you know the truth, that you are a god. Well, you must be standing on a foundation of lies then -one that is cracked and ready to come tumbling down at any moment- because, you...how can you possibly limit yourself to 35, how can you say that you would be willing to or even want to do so many things if there were no consequences and the circumstances would allow it, but then tell me that you probably won't ever do them. Are you scared? Is it because of 35? Why are you limiting yourself? You, my friend, are living in bad faith just as much as I am.
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