imontheloose
Life is death
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I experience a deep mismatch between what I am and the world I'm in, a persistent sense that my being here is accidental rather than apt. If meaning involves an organism fitting its form of life, then my ongoing mismatch is evidence of malplacement, not merely discomfort. Life was imposed to me without consent. We normally treat imposing serious, open-ended burdens without consent as presumptively evil (I am not saying this is evil myself). If existence is precisely such a burden, then a right to decline the imposition once competent follows. My refusal is not ingratitude; it is a delayed exercise of withheld consent. See below where I briefly discussed this:
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Harms count decisively against continuing; alleged benefits are merely speculative and often inaccessible to me. If my standpoint makes those goods structurally out of reach, then asking me to continue "for the chance of benefit" is using me as a vessel for others' hopes rather than my own reasons. Keeping myself alive so that others can be comforted, spared grief, or culturally affirmed, instrumentalises me. When existence is a continuing wrong to me, the dignified response is to recognise my authority to refuse it.
I wasn't meant to be alive.
Why exactly is suicide seen as so evil? At least to some
I didn’t choose to be born, rhetorically granted as a right to life so surely it warrants a right to death too? At first, the connection seems rather childish, but seriously have a little think. I’m not trying to just say, if X, can I also not X? Essentially, a right to freedom of speech also...
Harms count decisively against continuing; alleged benefits are merely speculative and often inaccessible to me. If my standpoint makes those goods structurally out of reach, then asking me to continue "for the chance of benefit" is using me as a vessel for others' hopes rather than my own reasons. Keeping myself alive so that others can be comforted, spared grief, or culturally affirmed, instrumentalises me. When existence is a continuing wrong to me, the dignified response is to recognise my authority to refuse it.
I wasn't meant to be alive.