Don't do this shit to me, man. I've been really bothered lately. After getting over my fear of death, I'm finding it hard to have a single reason to keep living. It just seems, in every possible way, the least efficient option. Look, the booze isn't helping, but I'm not in a good way and the crushing realization of my own futility makes every morning a struggle to muster the will to rise.Alipeewee said:That moment when you realise that whatever you do in your life, in a few billion years it's all just going to be dust and ash, and thus nothing you ever do will ever be worth doing.
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This. So much this. Explains this past week for me perfectly.Drenaje1 said:
Really? I sort of find the absurdity of the universe to be a beautiful thing. Intrinsically life and what we do doesn't have meaning, but; our completely unnatural ability to find conviction, passion and ultimately, a personal will to continue, just makes me realise how special we are in the universe. We may not leave a mark, nothing may ever leave a mark in this magnificent expanse of cosmic wonders, but in our brief time on this plane; we could very well be experiencing the grandest gift to ever crawl forth from the hydrogen explosion at the beginning of time, Life.SwimmingRock said:Don't do this shit to me, man. I've been really bothered lately. After getting over my fear of death, I'm finding it hard to have a single reason to keep living. It just seems, in every possible way, the least efficient option. Look, the booze isn't helping, but I'm not in a good way and the crushing realization of my own futility makes every morning a struggle to muster the will to rise.Alipeewee said:That moment when you realise that whatever you do in your life, in a few billion years it's all just going to be dust and ash, and thus nothing you ever do will ever be worth doing.
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OT: Fucking hell, I'm 25 and already hate my life. I've got so many more years of misery to go. What the fuck did I sign on for? Is there a refund policy on life? Why did I have so much to drink? Why is my spelling still immaculate under the influence of alcohol?
Aside from that fruitless avenue of inquiry, a grim realization came when I realized I was as afraid of success as of failure. Complacency, ennui, motionless terror seems to be the only thing I can deal with and that's both disgusting and horrifying. Christ, what am I doing? No more booze. No talking. Sorry if this is depressing.
My good man, on my better days I've had much the same notion. I've even preached to friends of the beauty merely of living to see another day, enjoying the things with no price, but much value (like the morning-song of birds) and the value of good health, so frequently taken for granted. Lately, however, I am not of a positive disposition. Partially for reasons unclear even to myself. I can't really put it into words effectively, but my response to your post is essentially "yep" and "good luck". I would hug you over the internet if such a thing were possible/allowed.tobi the good boy said:
That moment you realize everyone you love will reject you or die.Alipeewee said:That moment when you realise that whatever you do in your life, in a few billion years it's all just going to be dust and ash, and thus nothing you ever do will ever be worth doing.
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