Bojack Horseman and the pressure of life.

It's 5:15am. Bojack Horseman is an amazing show. I want to speak tonight about it. From the beginning, you know how self absorbed the main protagonist, Bojack really is. He uses people to make himself feel better. In the throws of his alcoholism, he spills himself all over people who care about him. You begin to empathize, with his character. How no matter what he does, to feel the smallest of positive emotion, he manages to ruin it. Much how life really is, it's unpredictable and it really weighs down on you. It touches on suicide, Secretariat, a father like figure for our protagonist manages to touch my heart in a delicate way. The whole show has this very heavy feeling looming over the entire time it runs. In the end, though there's so much to unpack. It finally lets you breathe, and when you do, you realize how cold life can really be. There is no end all, be all, answer to the questions that plague your soul, there is only existence. Your choice to continue life, to feel, to love, to hate. It never tells you that it all will work out, it never tells you that everything is futile. It tells you that sometimes, most of the time, there really isn't an answer. I think that's the most important part of the show, the ambiguity of life. How you want things to work out in this neat little package, but realize the package isn't neat, it is messy and sometimes it doesn't fit. There will be pain, there's going to be failure, and regret. The only thing you can do is move forward with it, but learning as you go. To be, to finally exist. It's nice, to think about, I think it is important to know, to learn, about how those things can change you as a person. You make life worth living, to live to do something, or to live and choose what you want. There is no answer, and that is okay.