To be desperate for days, weeks, months, years, and decades. To be desperate to the limits of endurance, at the same time not committing, or even contemplating, suicide, it’s the bravest thing in the World.
Unreserved love for someone/something is always a sure sign of an inferiority complex since it’s seeking to immerse ourselves into something other than ourselves.
Regardless of the fact that I’m spitting on the US left and right, I still think that the main things in the development of human civilization will happen here. Why do you think I’m still here? “After-the-fact” wisdom is always justifying.