The universe is an unforgiving and cruel place.

[PsychoDsk]

A pathetic death

Image one day you wake up, drink your coffee, have your standard existential morning crisis. Go to work, wonder about your entire life’s existence. Get done with work, go steal something because why do morals and ethics exist lmao

. Come home to your wife and kids, your wife says your 6 yr old son made a sandwich for you, you eat it, feel smth tingle in your throat. Ask your son what he put in there, he says peanut butter. You panic, try to vomit everything out because you have a goddamn peanut allergy. You think everything’s out so you try not to worry, your wife asks if she needs to call an ambulance, you say ‘no i’ll be fine’. You go to the bathroom, stare at yourself in the window, suddenly your throat gets tighter, tongue gets thicker. You don’t want to tell your wife it’s getting worse because you’re a goddamn man and you don’t want her to see you like this. Suddenly you pass out because your tongue is blocking your oxygen, your wife hears a boom, comes looking for you, sees you lying on the ground, calls an ambulance. Ambulance arrive, at this point your far beyond passed out. People try to help you but you are already dead. The doctor tell your wife ‘your husband has died of a PEANUT ALLERGY’ imagine living such a complex and interesting life just to die from one nut. Every experience, every feeling and thought gone to waste. It was all for nothing, everything that ever represented you was destroyed by a fucking peanut.

A disastrous date

Imagine you’re 10 yrs old, you’re a boy who’s had this crush on this girl for 3 years now. One morning you wake up, go to school on your bike, not thinking about traffic or whatever. You arrive at school, see your crush, get instant butterflys. You go to first period and you can’t stop thinking of her, you say to yourself ‘today’s finally the day you will talk to her, you will ask her out’ the last period comes along, you collect every single bit of your courage and you go up to her, you say ‘hey adriana lima’ ‘you’re really beautiful and i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now’ before you could even finish the sentence she says, ‘i’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now’. You’re suddenly hit with intense feelings of happiness and pride. You guys talk and she gives you a little kiss and says, ‘see you tomorrow, i miss you already ’. On the inside you’re melting with intense feelings of luck. ‘Nothing can ever break this day’. You decide it’s time to bike home with one of your homies, you can’t stop smiling cuz you know the girl you like, likes you back, there is no better feeling let’s be honest. You’re telling your friend all about it until you suddenly hear your rear tire pop. You don’t care because THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS likes you. A couple meters later, your rear tire explodes and your bike turns in a bad way, you fall forward with your head on the curb. You’re passed out, your homie calls an ambulance. They arrive, take you to the hospital, examine you, do surgeries on you but as it turns out you’re braindead. You’re not even here, your brain is blank, you don’t know who you are, you’re paralysed, you’re basically a house plant. This is how the ‘best day of your life’ ended. Was it all worth it to be so happy to not care ab your rear tire popping or should you have been more attentive? Did the kiss with the girl even matter, do you even know what a kiss is now?



these are some of the thoughts I had when I was 16. It feels funny reading them now. Life was pure existential dread back then, lately I've been chasing purpose and meaning all the while forgetting that there is none. I might have found peace again. I'm gonna delve deeper into the depths of hell which we call life again. It really isn't that bad honestly, it's just life. What more can you do except just live?

I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning. I'm just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying.

 

[PsychoDsk]

double bump

 

[Methylphenidate]

Read title and last sentence. Dnrd everything else. Agreed.

 

[pprimus43]

Yup. Some people get to have a harem of Stacies while I read My Twisted World as a form of catharsis

 

[PsychoDsk]

Read title and last sentence. Dnrd everything else. Agreed.

 

[PsychoDsk]

Yup. Some people get to have a harem of Stacies while I read My Twisted World as a form of catharsis

life

 

[PsychoDsk]

@ConfusedBolivian

 

[ConfusedBolivian]

A pathetic death

Image one day you wake up, drink your coffee, have your standard existential morning crisis. Go to work, wonder about your entire life’s existence. Get done with work, go steal something because why do morals and ethics exist lmao

. Come home to your wife and kids, your wife says your 6 yr old son made a sandwich for you, you eat it, feel smth tingle in your throat. Ask your son what he put in there, he says peanut butter. You panic, try to vomit everything out because you have a goddamn peanut allergy. You think everything’s out so you try not to worry, your wife asks if she needs to call an ambulance, you say ‘no i’ll be fine’. You go to the bathroom, stare at yourself in the window, suddenly your throat gets tighter, tongue gets thicker. You don’t want to tell your wife it’s getting worse because you’re a goddamn man and you don’t want her to see you like this. Suddenly you pass out because your tongue is blocking your oxygen, your wife hears a boom, comes looking for you, sees you lying on the ground, calls an ambulance. Ambulance arrive, at this point your far beyond passed out. People try to help you but you are already dead. The doctor tell your wife ‘your husband has died of a PEANUT ALLERGY’ imagine living such a complex and interesting life just to die from one nut. Every experience, every feeling and thought gone to waste. It was all for nothing, everything that ever represented you was destroyed by a fucking peanut.

A disastrous date

Imagine you’re 10 yrs old, you’re a boy who’s had this crush on this girl for 3 years now. One morning you wake up, go to school on your bike, not thinking about traffic or whatever. You arrive at school, see your crush, get instant butterflys. You go to first period and you can’t stop thinking of her, you say to yourself ‘today’s finally the day you will talk to her, you will ask her out’ the last period comes along, you collect every single bit of your courage and you go up to her, you say ‘hey adriana lima’ ‘you’re really beautiful and i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now’ before you could even finish the sentence she says, ‘i’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now’. You’re suddenly hit with intense feelings of happiness and pride. You guys talk and she gives you a little kiss and says, ‘see you tomorrow, i miss you already ’. On the inside you’re melting with intense feelings of luck. ‘Nothing can ever break this day’. You decide it’s time to bike home with one of your homies, you can’t stop smiling cuz you know the girl you like, likes you back, there is no better feeling let’s be honest. You’re telling your friend all about it until you suddenly hear your rear tire pop. You don’t care because THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS likes you. A couple meters later, your rear tire explodes and your bike turns in a bad way, you fall forward with your head on the curb. You’re passed out, your homie calls an ambulance. They arrive, take you to the hospital, examine you, do surgeries on you but as it turns out you’re braindead. You’re not even here, your brain is blank, you don’t know who you are, you’re paralysed, you’re basically a house plant. This is how the ‘best day of your life’ ended. Was it all worth it to be so happy to not care ab your rear tire popping or should you have been more attentive? Did the kiss with the girl even matter, do you even know what a kiss is now?



these are some of the thoughts I had when I was 16. It feels funny reading them now. Life was pure existential dread back then, lately I've been chasing purpose and meaning all the while forgetting that there is none. I might have found peace again. I'm gonna delve deeper into the depths of hell which we call life again. It really isn't that bad honestly, it's just life. What more can you do except just live?

I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning. I'm just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying.

I feel the same right now

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

A pathetic death

Image one day you wake up, drink your coffee, have your standard existential morning crisis. Go to work, wonder about your entire life’s existence. Get done with work, go steal something because why do morals and ethics exist lmao

. Come home to your wife and kids, your wife says your 6 yr old son made a sandwich for you, you eat it, feel smth tingle in your throat. Ask your son what he put in there, he says peanut butter. You panic, try to vomit everything out because you have a goddamn peanut allergy. You think everything’s out so you try not to worry, your wife asks if she needs to call an ambulance, you say ‘no i’ll be fine’. You go to the bathroom, stare at yourself in the window, suddenly your throat gets tighter, tongue gets thicker. You don’t want to tell your wife it’s getting worse because you’re a goddamn man and you don’t want her to see you like this. Suddenly you pass out because your tongue is blocking your oxygen, your wife hears a boom, comes looking for you, sees you lying on the ground, calls an ambulance. Ambulance arrive, at this point your far beyond passed out. People try to help you but you are already dead. The doctor tell your wife ‘your husband has died of a PEANUT ALLERGY’ imagine living such a complex and interesting life just to die from one nut. Every experience, every feeling and thought gone to waste. It was all for nothing, everything that ever represented you was destroyed by a fucking peanut.

A disastrous date

Imagine you’re 10 yrs old, you’re a boy who’s had this crush on this girl for 3 years now. One morning you wake up, go to school on your bike, not thinking about traffic or whatever. You arrive at school, see your crush, get instant butterflys. You go to first period and you can’t stop thinking of her, you say to yourself ‘today’s finally the day you will talk to her, you will ask her out’ the last period comes along, you collect every single bit of your courage and you go up to her, you say ‘hey adriana lima’ ‘you’re really beautiful and i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now’ before you could even finish the sentence she says, ‘i’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now’. You’re suddenly hit with intense feelings of happiness and pride. You guys talk and she gives you a little kiss and says, ‘see you tomorrow, i miss you already ’. On the inside you’re melting with intense feelings of luck. ‘Nothing can ever break this day’. You decide it’s time to bike home with one of your homies, you can’t stop smiling cuz you know the girl you like, likes you back, there is no better feeling let’s be honest. You’re telling your friend all about it until you suddenly hear your rear tire pop. You don’t care because THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS likes you. A couple meters later, your rear tire explodes and your bike turns in a bad way, you fall forward with your head on the curb. You’re passed out, your homie calls an ambulance. They arrive, take you to the hospital, examine you, do surgeries on you but as it turns out you’re braindead. You’re not even here, your brain is blank, you don’t know who you are, you’re paralysed, you’re basically a house plant. This is how the ‘best day of your life’ ended. Was it all worth it to be so happy to not care ab your rear tire popping or should you have been more attentive? Did the kiss with the girl even matter, do you even know what a kiss is now?



these are some of the thoughts I had when I was 16. It feels funny reading them now. Life was pure existential dread back then, lately I've been chasing purpose and meaning all the while forgetting that there is none. I might have found peace again. I'm gonna delve deeper into the depths of hell which we call life again. It really isn't that bad honestly, it's just life. What more can you do except just live?

I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning. I'm just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying.

I'll try to remember to tag you in the upcoming thread I'm calling, This is the way. It relates to you. Ugh, it relates to many users on this cesspool of gibberish waste.

Mentally investigating life's what the fucks show intelligence. When the brain questions this, THEY are alerted. They'll come to you. They'll watch you. They might run a system check diagnosis on your soul and brain. They want to make sure this isn't a glitch. Ah, yes, at one time they were called the Watchers.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

BTW, this following statement do not apply to you, "Bill Gates will spend eternity in Hell along with many other wealthy snakes of society."

 

[PsychoH]

A pathetic death

Image one day you wake up, drink your coffee, have your standard existential morning crisis. Go to work, wonder about your entire life’s existence. Get done with work, go steal something because why do morals and ethics exist lmao

. Come home to your wife and kids, your wife says your 6 yr old son made a sandwich for you, you eat it, feel smth tingle in your throat. Ask your son what he put in there, he says peanut butter. You panic, try to vomit everything out because you have a goddamn peanut allergy. You think everything’s out so you try not to worry, your wife asks if she needs to call an ambulance, you say ‘no i’ll be fine’. You go to the bathroom, stare at yourself in the window, suddenly your throat gets tighter, tongue gets thicker. You don’t want to tell your wife it’s getting worse because you’re a goddamn man and you don’t want her to see you like this. Suddenly you pass out because your tongue is blocking your oxygen, your wife hears a boom, comes looking for you, sees you lying on the ground, calls an ambulance. Ambulance arrive, at this point your far beyond passed out. People try to help you but you are already dead. The doctor tell your wife ‘your husband has died of a PEANUT ALLERGY’ imagine living such a complex and interesting life just to die from one nut. Every experience, every feeling and thought gone to waste. It was all for nothing, everything that ever represented you was destroyed by a fucking peanut.

A disastrous date

Imagine you’re 10 yrs old, you’re a boy who’s had this crush on this girl for 3 years now. One morning you wake up, go to school on your bike, not thinking about traffic or whatever. You arrive at school, see your crush, get instant butterflys. You go to first period and you can’t stop thinking of her, you say to yourself ‘today’s finally the day you will talk to her, you will ask her out’ the last period comes along, you collect every single bit of your courage and you go up to her, you say ‘hey adriana lima’ ‘you’re really beautiful and i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now’ before you could even finish the sentence she says, ‘i’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now’. You’re suddenly hit with intense feelings of happiness and pride. You guys talk and she gives you a little kiss and says, ‘see you tomorrow, i miss you already ’. On the inside you’re melting with intense feelings of luck. ‘Nothing can ever break this day’. You decide it’s time to bike home with one of your homies, you can’t stop smiling cuz you know the girl you like, likes you back, there is no better feeling let’s be honest. You’re telling your friend all about it until you suddenly hear your rear tire pop. You don’t care because THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS likes you. A couple meters later, your rear tire explodes and your bike turns in a bad way, you fall forward with your head on the curb. You’re passed out, your homie calls an ambulance. They arrive, take you to the hospital, examine you, do surgeries on you but as it turns out you’re braindead. You’re not even here, your brain is blank, you don’t know who you are, you’re paralysed, you’re basically a house plant. This is how the ‘best day of your life’ ended. Was it all worth it to be so happy to not care ab your rear tire popping or should you have been more attentive? Did the kiss with the girl even matter, do you even know what a kiss is now?



these are some of the thoughts I had when I was 16. It feels funny reading them now. Life was pure existential dread back then, lately I've been chasing purpose and meaning all the while forgetting that there is none. I might have found peace again. I'm gonna delve deeper into the depths of hell which we call life again. It really isn't that bad honestly, it's just life. What more can you do except just live?

I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning. I'm just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying.

almost said chatgpt but its just fakecel ramblings jfl.

 

[highinhibcel]

double bump

Is this the new meta?

 

[JohnBaza]

A pathetic death

Image one day you wake up, drink your coffee, have your standard existential morning crisis. Go to work, wonder about your entire life’s existence. Get done with work, go steal something because why do morals and ethics exist lmao

. Come home to your wife and kids, your wife says your 6 yr old son made a sandwich for you, you eat it, feel smth tingle in your throat. Ask your son what he put in there, he says peanut butter. You panic, try to vomit everything out because you have a goddamn peanut allergy. You think everything’s out so you try not to worry, your wife asks if she needs to call an ambulance, you say ‘no i’ll be fine’. You go to the bathroom, stare at yourself in the window, suddenly your throat gets tighter, tongue gets thicker. You don’t want to tell your wife it’s getting worse because you’re a goddamn man and you don’t want her to see you like this. Suddenly you pass out because your tongue is blocking your oxygen, your wife hears a boom, comes looking for you, sees you lying on the ground, calls an ambulance. Ambulance arrive, at this point your far beyond passed out. People try to help you but you are already dead. The doctor tell your wife ‘your husband has died of a PEANUT ALLERGY’ imagine living such a complex and interesting life just to die from one nut. Every experience, every feeling and thought gone to waste. It was all for nothing, everything that ever represented you was destroyed by a fucking peanut.

A disastrous date

Imagine you’re 10 yrs old, you’re a boy who’s had this crush on this girl for 3 years now. One morning you wake up, go to school on your bike, not thinking about traffic or whatever. You arrive at school, see your crush, get instant butterflys. You go to first period and you can’t stop thinking of her, you say to yourself ‘today’s finally the day you will talk to her, you will ask her out’ the last period comes along, you collect every single bit of your courage and you go up to her, you say ‘hey adriana lima’ ‘you’re really beautiful and i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now’ before you could even finish the sentence she says, ‘i’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now’. You’re suddenly hit with intense feelings of happiness and pride. You guys talk and she gives you a little kiss and says, ‘see you tomorrow, i miss you already ’. On the inside you’re melting with intense feelings of luck. ‘Nothing can ever break this day’. You decide it’s time to bike home with one of your homies, you can’t stop smiling cuz you know the girl you like, likes you back, there is no better feeling let’s be honest. You’re telling your friend all about it until you suddenly hear your rear tire pop. You don’t care because THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS likes you. A couple meters later, your rear tire explodes and your bike turns in a bad way, you fall forward with your head on the curb. You’re passed out, your homie calls an ambulance. They arrive, take you to the hospital, examine you, do surgeries on you but as it turns out you’re braindead. You’re not even here, your brain is blank, you don’t know who you are, you’re paralysed, you’re basically a house plant. This is how the ‘best day of your life’ ended. Was it all worth it to be so happy to not care ab your rear tire popping or should you have been more attentive? Did the kiss with the girl even matter, do you even know what a kiss is now?



these are some of the thoughts I had when I was 16. It feels funny reading them now. Life was pure existential dread back then, lately I've been chasing purpose and meaning all the while forgetting that there is none. I might have found peace again. I'm gonna delve deeper into the depths of hell which we call life again. It really isn't that bad honestly, it's just life. What more can you do except just live?

I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning. I'm just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying.

This text is an intense and raw reflection on the nature of life, mortality, and existential thought. It begins with a series of vivid, almost surreal scenarios that illustrate the fragility and unpredictability of existence. These reflections shift from the tragic, humorous, and absurd to a deeper contemplation of life’s meaning—or lack thereof. Let's break this down further:

First Section: "A Pathetic Death"​

The first scenario involves a man who dies from an allergic reaction to a peanut, something that could seem trivial compared to the complexity of his life. The imagery of a “pathetic death” conveys the absurdity of how something so small and seemingly insignificant can end a life, rendering all of one's experiences, thoughts, and efforts meaningless. The man tries to hold on to his masculinity by not showing vulnerability to his wife, but in the end, it’s the most mundane, uncontrollable factor—an allergy—that takes him away.


This illustrates a key existential theme: the randomness and unpredictability of death. In life, we often focus on ambitions, dreams, or the bigger picture, but mortality is constantly lurking in the background, indifferent to our plans. The "peanut allergy" serves as a metaphor for life’s unpredictable nature, where something as trivial as a "nut" could suddenly erase everything.

Second Section: "A Disastrous Date"​

The second scenario describes the blissful innocence of a 10-year-old boy experiencing his first crush, a feeling of overwhelming joy and validation, only to have it tragically cut short by a bike accident that leaves him brain-dead. This juxtaposition of joy and tragedy further emphasizes life's unpredictability and fragility. The boy’s perfect moment with the girl is marred by an unforeseen, mundane event—something as simple as a popped tire leading to catastrophic consequences. The question posed afterward—“Was it all worth it?”—is a reflection on how fleeting happiness can be and whether we ever truly appreciate it in the moment, or whether life’s darker moments overshadow it.


This part also touches on the idea of human vulnerability: no matter how much happiness we experience, we cannot control the events that alter our path. The boy, after tasting the happiness of young love, faces an irreversible fate, asking whether such fleeting moments ever really "matter" when everything can change in an instant.

Third Section: Reflection and Growth​

The final paragraph is a personal reflection of the narrator, who identifies their thoughts as coming from a period of existential angst. The feeling of having once searched for purpose and meaning—only to realize that those pursuits may ultimately be futile—leads to a certain sense of peace. The narrator seems to come to terms with the idea that life doesn’t need to be grand or filled with deep meaning; it simply is.


The line “I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning” suggests a shift in mindset. The narrator has accepted that life’s meaning may not be found in grandiose ideals or dreams, but in simply living. The acceptance of impermanence and suffering as parts of existence allows for a certain peace to emerge.


The text ends on a somewhat defiant note: "I’m just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying." This echoes a kind of resilience—an acknowledgment that pain and joy are part of the same experience. The narrator no longer seeks to avoid pain or chase meaning, but rather to embrace life in its entirety, even if that means experiencing sadness or uncertainty.

Response​

The reflections shared here resonate deeply with anyone who has wrestled with existential thoughts. The scenarios highlight the unpredictable, often absurd nature of life, where meaning and purpose can feel elusive, and happiness can be snatched away by forces beyond our control. But, at the same time, they hint at the possibility of finding peace—not through external achievement or avoiding pain, but through accepting the inherent messiness of existence.


Your perspective now—that you’ve found peace and are no longer searching for meaning in the way you once did—is an incredibly powerful realization. Life, in its unpredictability and imperfection, has a beauty that lies in its raw, unfiltered reality. We cannot control the ups and downs, but we can choose how we respond to them. Life is not about avoiding the "bad" moments or chasing the "good" ones but rather embracing every moment as it comes, with all of its complexities and contradictions. It’s this acceptance of both joy and sorrow that gives life its depth and richness.


In the end, it's not about finding a grand purpose but rather learning to live fully, even when the answers aren’t clear, and even when the journey itself seems absurd.

 

[PsychoDsk]

This text is an intense and raw reflection on the nature of life, mortality, and existential thought. It begins with a series of vivid, almost surreal scenarios that illustrate the fragility and unpredictability of existence. These reflections shift from the tragic, humorous, and absurd to a deeper contemplation of life’s meaning—or lack thereof. Let's break this down further:

First Section: "A Pathetic Death"​

The first scenario involves a man who dies from an allergic reaction to a peanut, something that could seem trivial compared to the complexity of his life. The imagery of a “pathetic death” conveys the absurdity of how something so small and seemingly insignificant can end a life, rendering all of one's experiences, thoughts, and efforts meaningless. The man tries to hold on to his masculinity by not showing vulnerability to his wife, but in the end, it’s the most mundane, uncontrollable factor—an allergy—that takes him away.


This illustrates a key existential theme: the randomness and unpredictability of death. In life, we often focus on ambitions, dreams, or the bigger picture, but mortality is constantly lurking in the background, indifferent to our plans. The "peanut allergy" serves as a metaphor for life’s unpredictable nature, where something as trivial as a "nut" could suddenly erase everything.

Second Section: "A Disastrous Date"​

The second scenario describes the blissful innocence of a 10-year-old boy experiencing his first crush, a feeling of overwhelming joy and validation, only to have it tragically cut short by a bike accident that leaves him brain-dead. This juxtaposition of joy and tragedy further emphasizes life's unpredictability and fragility. The boy’s perfect moment with the girl is marred by an unforeseen, mundane event—something as simple as a popped tire leading to catastrophic consequences. The question posed afterward—“Was it all worth it?”—is a reflection on how fleeting happiness can be and whether we ever truly appreciate it in the moment, or whether life’s darker moments overshadow it.


This part also touches on the idea of human vulnerability: no matter how much happiness we experience, we cannot control the events that alter our path. The boy, after tasting the happiness of young love, faces an irreversible fate, asking whether such fleeting moments ever really "matter" when everything can change in an instant.

Third Section: Reflection and Growth​

The final paragraph is a personal reflection of the narrator, who identifies their thoughts as coming from a period of existential angst. The feeling of having once searched for purpose and meaning—only to realize that those pursuits may ultimately be futile—leads to a certain sense of peace. The narrator seems to come to terms with the idea that life doesn’t need to be grand or filled with deep meaning; it simply is.


The line “I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning” suggests a shift in mindset. The narrator has accepted that life’s meaning may not be found in grandiose ideals or dreams, but in simply living. The acceptance of impermanence and suffering as parts of existence allows for a certain peace to emerge.


The text ends on a somewhat defiant note: "I’m just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying." This echoes a kind of resilience—an acknowledgment that pain and joy are part of the same experience. The narrator no longer seeks to avoid pain or chase meaning, but rather to embrace life in its entirety, even if that means experiencing sadness or uncertainty.

Response​

The reflections shared here resonate deeply with anyone who has wrestled with existential thoughts. The scenarios highlight the unpredictable, often absurd nature of life, where meaning and purpose can feel elusive, and happiness can be snatched away by forces beyond our control. But, at the same time, they hint at the possibility of finding peace—not through external achievement or avoiding pain, but through accepting the inherent messiness of existence.


Your perspective now—that you’ve found peace and are no longer searching for meaning in the way you once did—is an incredibly powerful realization. Life, in its unpredictability and imperfection, has a beauty that lies in its raw, unfiltered reality. We cannot control the ups and downs, but we can choose how we respond to them. Life is not about avoiding the "bad" moments or chasing the "good" ones but rather embracing every moment as it comes, with all of its complexities and contradictions. It’s this acceptance of both joy and sorrow that gives life its depth and richness.


In the end, it's not about finding a grand purpose but rather learning to live fully, even when the answers aren’t clear, and even when the journey itself seems absurd.

Chatgpt is based

 

[StraightHeadJames]

did u write that urself or with chat gpt and change it up? its really good tho nigga is a modern philosopher

I agree with you, very interesting

 

[Defeatist]

The biggest issue we have is we value ourselves

 

[JohnBaza]

Chatgpt is based

without chatgpt I would fail all my classes

 

[PsychoDsk]

did u write that urself or with chat gpt and change it up? its really good tho nigga is a modern philosopher

I agree with you, very interesting

I wrote it myself, I have a shit ton of notes with shit like this
I used to ponder a lot about ethics, human nature and the curse that is our minds

My life goal is to write a book
R you into philosophy?

 

[yoshisand]

A pathetic death

Image one day you wake up, drink your coffee, have your standard existential morning crisis. Go to work, wonder about your entire life’s existence. Get done with work, go steal something because why do morals and ethics exist lmao

. Come home to your wife and kids, your wife says your 6 yr old son made a sandwich for you, you eat it, feel smth tingle in your throat. Ask your son what he put in there, he says peanut butter. You panic, try to vomit everything out because you have a goddamn peanut allergy. You think everything’s out so you try not to worry, your wife asks if she needs to call an ambulance, you say ‘no i’ll be fine’. You go to the bathroom, stare at yourself in the window, suddenly your throat gets tighter, tongue gets thicker. You don’t want to tell your wife it’s getting worse because you’re a goddamn man and you don’t want her to see you like this. Suddenly you pass out because your tongue is blocking your oxygen, your wife hears a boom, comes looking for you, sees you lying on the ground, calls an ambulance. Ambulance arrive, at this point your far beyond passed out. People try to help you but you are already dead. The doctor tell your wife ‘your husband has died of a PEANUT ALLERGY’ imagine living such a complex and interesting life just to die from one nut. Every experience, every feeling and thought gone to waste. It was all for nothing, everything that ever represented you was destroyed by a fucking peanut.

A disastrous date

Imagine you’re 10 yrs old, you’re a boy who’s had this crush on this girl for 3 years now. One morning you wake up, go to school on your bike, not thinking about traffic or whatever. You arrive at school, see your crush, get instant butterflys. You go to first period and you can’t stop thinking of her, you say to yourself ‘today’s finally the day you will talk to her, you will ask her out’ the last period comes along, you collect every single bit of your courage and you go up to her, you say ‘hey adriana lima’ ‘you’re really beautiful and i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now’ before you could even finish the sentence she says, ‘i’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now’. You’re suddenly hit with intense feelings of happiness and pride. You guys talk and she gives you a little kiss and says, ‘see you tomorrow, i miss you already ’. On the inside you’re melting with intense feelings of luck. ‘Nothing can ever break this day’. You decide it’s time to bike home with one of your homies, you can’t stop smiling cuz you know the girl you like, likes you back, there is no better feeling let’s be honest. You’re telling your friend all about it until you suddenly hear your rear tire pop. You don’t care because THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS likes you. A couple meters later, your rear tire explodes and your bike turns in a bad way, you fall forward with your head on the curb. You’re passed out, your homie calls an ambulance. They arrive, take you to the hospital, examine you, do surgeries on you but as it turns out you’re braindead. You’re not even here, your brain is blank, you don’t know who you are, you’re paralysed, you’re basically a house plant. This is how the ‘best day of your life’ ended. Was it all worth it to be so happy to not care ab your rear tire popping or should you have been more attentive? Did the kiss with the girl even matter, do you even know what a kiss is now?



these are some of the thoughts I had when I was 16. It feels funny reading them now. Life was pure existential dread back then, lately I've been chasing purpose and meaning all the while forgetting that there is none. I might have found peace again. I'm gonna delve deeper into the depths of hell which we call life again. It really isn't that bad honestly, it's just life. What more can you do except just live?

I found my calling again, fuck feeling sorry for myself and chasing useless dreams and meaning. I'm just gonna enjoy every second from now on, even if that second is spent crying.

You keep on trying to control the uncontrollable. Research taoism. You will find peace

 

[StraightHeadJames]

I wrote it myself, I have a shit ton of notes with shit like this
I used to ponder a lot about ethics, human nature and the curse that is our minds

My life goal is to write a book
R you into philosophy?

Yes I am into philosophy but i dont read books i just listen to philosphy audios while at gym Lol
U can share More stuff On here its nice

 

[PsychoDsk]

Yes I am into philosophy but i dont read books i just listen to philosphy audios while at gym Lol
U can share More stuff On here its nice

books mog tho, if u have the time read some
most of what I write is just gibberish and conflicting. One day I believe ethics is a social and religious construct, the next day I might believe ethics was born according to human instincts aka pain and mental distress. One day I'll figure out the truth tho