anchor.diff:  
   “About what?”
   
  -“Wondering why am I here, and not there, I’m not sure.” I said
  +“Wondering *_why am I here, and not there_*, I’m not sure.” I said
   
   “How are you feeling”
   
  -> I’m okay, not okay. 
  +> I’m okay, not okay.
   > I am fine, I am shattered.
   > I am here, and everywhere.
   > Everything, is just as it should be.
positive.code: 
  There are two times in our life, when we became very adept in writing about our own experiences. One, is when bad things hit hard and we are forced to navigate the rough current. We became very sensitive to stressors and external triggers, that we begin to internalise everything into our consciousness. Two, is when emptiness strikes. We begin to look for something we deem essential for survival. Suddenly we swim deeper into our memories and consciousness, looking for traces of life we might left scattered behind us.
  
  In both condition, I think the essential question sums our discontent, or sums the story premise very well. “Why am I here, and not there?” . In emptiness, or sorrow.
  
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negative.code: 
  But looking back, bad things and good things aside, in good times, emptiness, or sorrow, we lived. We got through yesterday. If we can get by today, I think it’s good enough. We might not fully outside of our soul prison yet. We might be aware that we’re not fully outside our hardship yet. But we lived. As cliche as it sounds, it always comes back to me, to say that we’re destined to get things figured out.
  
  The key is not about being able to answer the question of *“Why am I here, and not there?”*, but to accept that the question is omnipresent. It’s everywhere. It’s there every time. It’s just, there. A consequence of consciousness?
  
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