First 1/2 of your essay/newspost: gotcha. Too many times just before and after high school, I would wake up, and not (want) to know 'when' I had woken up. The past always seems to look better than the present (or 'forecast' future).
I guess the observant can see 'the sun setting in the west' and the 'thin veneer of civilization' coming to a ...well, consolidation. Best to catch what fiat-currency and equity you can, because the future... ain't what it used to be
Cyberdevil
If you just found the right one, that worldview surely would shift into something bright and fiery I feel, I've heard stories; I'm still searching myself... albeit inactively. Apathetically. Without the gall to make real commitment, maybe.
But what is writing other than stream of mind. An attempt to make sense of the occasional inner turmoil and contemplation. It's what it's best for.. I feel. Maybe you could turn to strings? Find some therapy in sound again?
We invented the language we use after all, and maybe didn't know ourselves well enough to build it in a way that it'd truly let us express all things worth expressing, but maybe that is the direction it keeps evolving in, the more we know, the more words to that end...
I'm not close to peace at all yet but: hope to find. Closer, at least, than years back. Enlightenment comes through the struggle. The needles that poke through your bubble. A behemoth you'll rise through the rubble... I'm sure.
And find some peace some more.