You that were born old.

You that were maturing beyond your biological age.

You that saw early through the vice and the ridiculousness.

You that were red pilled before you even found what it is.

Rejoice. What you experience is a blessing not a curse.

You think you are marginalised but you are osctracised. They are judged by your values, challenged by yout stance, afraid and suspicious of your self-efficiency.
You never found peace in their mundane and numbing distractions.

You always laughed at their desperate attempts to blurr their memento mori.

You always resonated better with the elderly and mingled in their companies, until your surroundings cought up with you, and the ex elderly became the now peers. And until the youth finally avoided you because you now remind them of where they will end up to and collapse their delusions of immortality.

You that always listened quietly in the back, and rarely spoke, and when you did, they were words of immense wisdom and insight that left everyone dumbfounded.

You that don't buy the gynocentric narrative and have indomitable core confidence in your being without female centered filters.

You that chose the narrow, the hard, the steep uphill path.

You are not alone, if not physically, you are not alone ontologically, for we are a pack. That goes beyond spatial and time limitations. Peers throughout the epochs and students of the teachers of old. Reading the dead and writing for the unborn. We are the salt of the earth. And we are grateful for it.

Thanks for reading guys. I'm sure some will relate.