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philosophical spoken word speech, narration, extremely deep voice, deep voice, very deep voice
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We are all born with an emptiness inside us.
some vast, unshaped void we long to fill.
We chase ambition, we seek meaning, we yearn to prove to ourselves and to the world that we can.
We tell ourselves that the body is a vessel, the mind a chisel, and that with enough will, enough force, enough faith, we can carve out a space where we are whole.
But in our search for fulfillment, we must ask: At what cost?
The human spirit is boundless, but the flesh has its limits.
The mind will soar, but the body will resist. And when we refuse to listen—when we push past the warnings that tighten in our gut, when we ignore the tremors of hesitation—we step into a realm where pain is no longer just a teacher, but an executioner.
A crack too deep, a pressure too great—there comes a moment when we realize the damage is done.
That no matter how much we try to reverse it, to stop the bleeding, to take back the choices that led us here... we have already shattered something we cannot mend.
And in that moment, we do not find glory.
We do not find purpose.
We find only the cold, unflinching truth:
We were never meant to hold this much.
Some lessons are learned too late.
Some ambitions lead only to ruin.
Some victories, when grasped, crumble in our hands.
And in the end...
In the end, we're all just trying to shove a jar up our own ass.
some vast, unshaped void we long to fill.
We chase ambition, we seek meaning, we yearn to prove to ourselves and to the world that we can.
We tell ourselves that the body is a vessel, the mind a chisel, and that with enough will, enough force, enough faith, we can carve out a space where we are whole.
But in our search for fulfillment, we must ask: At what cost?
The human spirit is boundless, but the flesh has its limits.
The mind will soar, but the body will resist. And when we refuse to listen—when we push past the warnings that tighten in our gut, when we ignore the tremors of hesitation—we step into a realm where pain is no longer just a teacher, but an executioner.
A crack too deep, a pressure too great—there comes a moment when we realize the damage is done.
That no matter how much we try to reverse it, to stop the bleeding, to take back the choices that led us here... we have already shattered something we cannot mend.
And in that moment, we do not find glory.
We do not find purpose.
We find only the cold, unflinching truth:
We were never meant to hold this much.
Some lessons are learned too late.
Some ambitions lead only to ruin.
Some victories, when grasped, crumble in our hands.
And in the end...
In the end, we're all just trying to shove a jar up our own ass.