Spartacus1-
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I am perfectly aware that posing this question here is like tossing a pebble into a bottomless well. Nonetheless, one can't help but seek a way out even in the most desolate of places.
How... how on earth do I break free from this overwhelming numbness, the notion that, regardless of my actions, endeavors, or identity, everything will ultimately be devoid of meaning? We are just animals—a species of primates, great apes that evolved over millions of years, and by a twist of fate or some cosmic accident, gained self-awareness. That's it. This fact transforms every issue, every interaction, and everything I involve myself in, into a silly circus playing out in the recesses of my mind.
Looks?
Money?
Status?
Interpersonal relationships?
Politics?
Okay, let's consider the scenario where I achieve all these goals, and then what? The brevity of my lifespan renders each accomplishment fleeting and lackluster. Assuming everything unfolds smoothly, where I might even live until 70, and then die, joining the 130 billion who preceded me, with 99.99% of them fading into unnamed obscurity.
This just raises another question: If death is an eternal abyss, an unending slumber, what distinguishes its occurrence tomorrow from 50 years hence? Would an additional 50 years yield any semblance of satisfaction? And if so, what value would that satisfaction hold, considering I'll depart with nothing to be remembered by? Or remember my life by? Perhaps this is why religion finds utility—the assurance of an afterlife, a continuation beyond death, can offer solace. Yet, it's a fabrication, like everything else you might experience. It's not tangible reality; it's merely the outcome of chemical reactions within the brain, mechanisms designed to deter you from killing yourself or to instigate procreation, perpetuating an endless cycle. Ignorance may indeed be bliss; it might even be deliverance.
Man, i swear, it feels as though an insurmountable chasm separates me from happiness. I acknowledge that this mindset is not conducive to well-being, and it might even seem childish, but escaping it, just seems impossible. At times, I'm not even certain if I even want to escape it.
How... how on earth do I break free from this overwhelming numbness, the notion that, regardless of my actions, endeavors, or identity, everything will ultimately be devoid of meaning? We are just animals—a species of primates, great apes that evolved over millions of years, and by a twist of fate or some cosmic accident, gained self-awareness. That's it. This fact transforms every issue, every interaction, and everything I involve myself in, into a silly circus playing out in the recesses of my mind.
Looks?
Money?
Status?
Interpersonal relationships?
Politics?
Okay, let's consider the scenario where I achieve all these goals, and then what? The brevity of my lifespan renders each accomplishment fleeting and lackluster. Assuming everything unfolds smoothly, where I might even live until 70, and then die, joining the 130 billion who preceded me, with 99.99% of them fading into unnamed obscurity.
This just raises another question: If death is an eternal abyss, an unending slumber, what distinguishes its occurrence tomorrow from 50 years hence? Would an additional 50 years yield any semblance of satisfaction? And if so, what value would that satisfaction hold, considering I'll depart with nothing to be remembered by? Or remember my life by? Perhaps this is why religion finds utility—the assurance of an afterlife, a continuation beyond death, can offer solace. Yet, it's a fabrication, like everything else you might experience. It's not tangible reality; it's merely the outcome of chemical reactions within the brain, mechanisms designed to deter you from killing yourself or to instigate procreation, perpetuating an endless cycle. Ignorance may indeed be bliss; it might even be deliverance.
Man, i swear, it feels as though an insurmountable chasm separates me from happiness. I acknowledge that this mindset is not conducive to well-being, and it might even seem childish, but escaping it, just seems impossible. At times, I'm not even certain if I even want to escape it.
