What's the point in even living

[beyondbirthday]

What's the point of even living? I can’t help but ask myself that every day. After university, all that’s waiting for me is a long, arduous search for a job, only to end up stuck in a never-ending grind. I'll work tirelessly until I’m physically worn out, until my body can’t keep up with the demands anymore. And then what? I’ll just wait for the inevitable end. Is that really all there is to life? It’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m incapable of being loved. I look around at others, and it seems like people just have this innate ability to connect, to build meaningful relationships, while I feel like an outsider, unable to even understand what makes others feel seen and valued. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to feel that connection. And if I can't experience love or genuine companionship, does life even have a real purpose? But it's not just the personal side of things that gets me. I look up at the stars and wonder, how can we be the only intelligent beings in this massive universe? The sheer size of it all makes me feel so infinitesimally insignificant. We're just one tiny speck in this vast expanse, and all our struggles, all our pursuits, seem so small in comparison. Why was I born in this century, in this era? Why am I here, in this period of human history where we’re still so undeveloped in so many ways? I could’ve been born in a different time, where perhaps things were simpler, or maybe even a time when humanity had already progressed. I wonder if it would have been better if I lived during a more enlightened age, one where we would’ve figured out how to make life meaningful on a global scale, where the concept of work didn’t feel like a rat race for survival. But here I am, stuck in the present, and it feels like I’m just drifting through life. And even though I might have big dreams, I don’t see myself as someone who can make a difference. I’m not special or smart enough to create something that will help humanity as a whole. I’m not going to invent the next life-changing technology, or write something that will inspire generations to come. So, what’s the point of trying so hard if the odds of doing anything truly impactful seem so low? And that’s what frustrates me the most. Why do we have to work so hard just to exist? We didn’t choose to be born into this world. We didn’t get to opt-in or opt-out, and yet here we are, trying to make a living, struggling to find meaning in the midst of all the chaos. We’re told we have to work hard to live a “normal” life—just to survive. And for what? So we can just keep going, paying bills, working, maybe even finding a few fleeting moments of happiness along the way? It doesn’t feel like it’s worth it, especially when the finish line is death, and nothing after that. I don’t know if there’s a real answer to any of this. Maybe life isn’t meant to make sense, and we’re just supposed to keep going because that’s all we can do. But there are days when it feels like everything is meaningless, and it’s hard to find the motivation to keep going, to keep fighting through all the struggles, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, we’re all just tiny, insignificant blips in time.

TL;DR: Life feels pointless—after university, it’s just job struggles, working until I can’t move, and then waiting to die. I feel unlovable and insignificant in the vast universe. Humanity isn’t even close to reaching its full potential, and I don’t think I can make a meaningful impact. We didn’t choose to be born, and we have to work hard just to survive. It all feels meaningless.

 

[beyondbirthday]

Not to mention I'm a 5'5 mtn ricecel

 

[Daddy's Home]

There are only kings and slaves in this world.. (you get spawned into this life in one of 2 categories)

Kings sitting in big houses with 2 cars in exclusive residential neighborhoods in rich countries, having 5-10 children with whom they continuously go on trips around the world, making money by employing slaves to produce profit for them..



..and slaves waking up at 5 am to slave, getting enough money to manage to afford food and heat for another month, so they can slave again next month..

 

[saint]

5’5 and Asian? You’re donezo

Just become a femboy and learn how to take dick

 

[low_inhib]

These gay ass poem brutally sounds like my own thoughts sometimes,hyper self awareness and realizing the truth of the world is a curse and it will fuck you up it honestly ruined my life

 

[beyondbirthday]

5’5 and Asian? You’re donezo

Just become a femboy and learn how to take dick

At least I'm taller than more than half the people in my math and cs lectures I think I'll just stay single and rope at 30

 

[beyondbirthday]

These gay ass poem brutally sounds like my own thoughts sometimes,hyper self awareness and realizing the truth of the world is a curse and it will fuck you up it honestly ruined my life

I get what you're saying. It’s hard to shake that feeling when self-awareness feels more like a burden than a gift. It’s like realizing the truth of how the world works can almost break you, and you start to question everything—purpose, connection, even your place in it all.

 

[saint]

At least I'm taller than more than half the people in my math and cs lectures I think I'll just stay single and rope at 30

There’s hope. Build up your body and get blackwork tattoos. I know really cute white engineers that have a fetish for Asian guys. They won’t even entertain htn chadlite white guys that mog them

Just nichemaxx. Most guys never put in the full effort so all you have to do is do that

 

[saint]

Or take the easy route and submit to life and other men

 

[kazama]

What's the point of even living? I can’t help but ask myself that every day. After university, all that’s waiting for me is a long, arduous search for a job, only to end up stuck in a never-ending grind. I'll work tirelessly until I’m physically worn out, until my body can’t keep up with the demands anymore. And then what? I’ll just wait for the inevitable end. Is that really all there is to life? It’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m incapable of being loved. I look around at others, and it seems like people just have this innate ability to connect, to build meaningful relationships, while I feel like an outsider, unable to even understand what makes others feel seen and valued. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to feel that connection. And if I can't experience love or genuine companionship, does life even have a real purpose? But it's not just the personal side of things that gets me. I look up at the stars and wonder, how can we be the only intelligent beings in this massive universe? The sheer size of it all makes me feel so infinitesimally insignificant. We're just one tiny speck in this vast expanse, and all our struggles, all our pursuits, seem so small in comparison. Why was I born in this century, in this era? Why am I here, in this period of human history where we’re still so undeveloped in so many ways? I could’ve been born in a different time, where perhaps things were simpler, or maybe even a time when humanity had already progressed. I wonder if it would have been better if I lived during a more enlightened age, one where we would’ve figured out how to make life meaningful on a global scale, where the concept of work didn’t feel like a rat race for survival. But here I am, stuck in the present, and it feels like I’m just drifting through life. And even though I might have big dreams, I don’t see myself as someone who can make a difference. I’m not special or smart enough to create something that will help humanity as a whole. I’m not going to invent the next life-changing technology, or write something that will inspire generations to come. So, what’s the point of trying so hard if the odds of doing anything truly impactful seem so low? And that’s what frustrates me the most. Why do we have to work so hard just to exist? We didn’t choose to be born into this world. We didn’t get to opt-in or opt-out, and yet here we are, trying to make a living, struggling to find meaning in the midst of all the chaos. We’re told we have to work hard to live a “normal” life—just to survive. And for what? So we can just keep going, paying bills, working, maybe even finding a few fleeting moments of happiness along the way? It doesn’t feel like it’s worth it, especially when the finish line is death, and nothing after that. I don’t know if there’s a real answer to any of this. Maybe life isn’t meant to make sense, and we’re just supposed to keep going because that’s all we can do. But there are days when it feels like everything is meaningless, and it’s hard to find the motivation to keep going, to keep fighting through all the struggles, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, we’re all just tiny, insignificant blips in time.

TL;DR: Life feels pointless—after university, it’s just job struggles, working until I can’t move, and then waiting to die. I feel unlovable and insignificant in the vast universe. Humanity isn’t even close to reaching its full potential, and I don’t think I can make a meaningful impact. We didn’t choose to be born, and we have to work hard just to survive. It all feels meaningless.

Make all races ur slaves
(I didnt read a single Molecule, fuck it)

 

[beyondbirthday]

There’s hope. Build up your body and get blackwork tattoos. I know really cute white engineers that have a fetish for Asian guys. They won’t even entertain htn chadlite white guys that mog them

Just nichemaxx. Most guys never put in the full effort so all you have to do is do that

Reddit - Dive into anything

www.reddit.com

Are you talking about these? This shit is gay as fuck. I'll consider nichemaxxing though, thanks.

 

[Tusseleif]

There are only kings and slaves in this world.. (you get spawned into this life in one of 2 categories)

Kings sitting in big houses with 2 cars in exclusive residential neighborhoods in rich countries, having 5-10 children with whom they continuously go on trips around the world, making money by employing slaves to produce profit for them..



..and slaves waking up at 5 am to slave, getting enough money to manage to afford food and heat for another month, so they can slave again next month..

Only 13 seconds in and they already include a tranny

 

[watah]

I feel the same but it’s because we’re generic garbage

 

[watah]

There’s hope. Build up your body and get blackwork tattoos. I know really cute white engineers that have a fetish for Asian guys. They won’t even entertain htn chadlite white guys that mog them

Just nichemaxx. Most guys never put in the full effort so all you have to do is do that

A lot of Asian guys are khhv at 22 lol, with this nigga being 5”5 it’s finished.

 

[⚫️💊🙈]

If I was 5’5 and a ricecel id ask myself the same question. Thank god im indian tho

 

[Goth]

then kill yourself

 

[saint]

Reddit - Dive into anything

www.reddit.com

Are you talking about these? This shit is gay as fuck. I'll consider nichemaxxing though, thanks.

This coloring and placement

The artwork is subjective

 

[saint]

A lot of Asian guys are khhv at 22 lol, with this nigga being 5”5 it’s finished.

Maybe. There’s always anomalies

 

[⚫️💊🙈]

This coloring and placement

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The artwork is subjective

Tf is that vro

 

[Avertion]

There isn’t a point, make your own.

 

[beyondbirthday]

This coloring and placement

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The artwork is subjective

Definitely will not align with the professional image that my would workplace expect, even so, tattoos disgust me and I don't see myself getting any ever

 

[beyondbirthday]

then kill yourself

I'll give it some time, maybe things get better

 

[160cmcurry]

 

[cpedy]

What's the point of even living? I can’t help but ask myself that every day. After university, all that’s waiting for me is a long, arduous search for a job, only to end up stuck in a never-ending grind. I'll work tirelessly until I’m physically worn out, until my body can’t keep up with the demands anymore. And then what? I’ll just wait for the inevitable end. Is that really all there is to life? It’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m incapable of being loved. I look around at others, and it seems like people just have this innate ability to connect, to build meaningful relationships, while I feel like an outsider, unable to even understand what makes others feel seen and valued. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to feel that connection. And if I can't experience love or genuine companionship, does life even have a real purpose? But it's not just the personal side of things that gets me. I look up at the stars and wonder, how can we be the only intelligent beings in this massive universe? The sheer size of it all makes me feel so infinitesimally insignificant. We're just one tiny speck in this vast expanse, and all our struggles, all our pursuits, seem so small in comparison. Why was I born in this century, in this era? Why am I here, in this period of human history where we’re still so undeveloped in so many ways? I could’ve been born in a different time, where perhaps things were simpler, or maybe even a time when humanity had already progressed. I wonder if it would have been better if I lived during a more enlightened age, one where we would’ve figured out how to make life meaningful on a global scale, where the concept of work didn’t feel like a rat race for survival. But here I am, stuck in the present, and it feels like I’m just drifting through life. And even though I might have big dreams, I don’t see myself as someone who can make a difference. I’m not special or smart enough to create something that will help humanity as a whole. I’m not going to invent the next life-changing technology, or write something that will inspire generations to come. So, what’s the point of trying so hard if the odds of doing anything truly impactful seem so low? And that’s what frustrates me the most. Why do we have to work so hard just to exist? We didn’t choose to be born into this world. We didn’t get to opt-in or opt-out, and yet here we are, trying to make a living, struggling to find meaning in the midst of all the chaos. We’re told we have to work hard to live a “normal” life—just to survive. And for what? So we can just keep going, paying bills, working, maybe even finding a few fleeting moments of happiness along the way? It doesn’t feel like it’s worth it, especially when the finish line is death, and nothing after that. I don’t know if there’s a real answer to any of this. Maybe life isn’t meant to make sense, and we’re just supposed to keep going because that’s all we can do. But there are days when it feels like everything is meaningless, and it’s hard to find the motivation to keep going, to keep fighting through all the struggles, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, we’re all just tiny, insignificant blips in time.

TL;DR: Life feels pointless—after university, it’s just job struggles, working until I can’t move, and then waiting to die. I feel unlovable and insignificant in the vast universe. Humanity isn’t even close to reaching its full potential, and I don’t think I can make a meaningful impact. We didn’t choose to be born, and we have to work hard just to survive. It all feels meaningless.

 

[saint]

Definitely will not align with the professional image that my would workplace expect, even so, tattoos disgust me and I don't see myself getting any ever

Rip then

Spoiler

 

[Lovecraftscat]

What's the point of even living? I can’t help but ask myself that every day. After university, all that’s waiting for me is a long, arduous search for a job, only to end up stuck in a never-ending grind. I'll work tirelessly until I’m physically worn out, until my body can’t keep up with the demands anymore. And then what? I’ll just wait for the inevitable end. Is that really all there is to life? It’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m incapable of being loved. I look around at others, and it seems like people just have this innate ability to connect, to build meaningful relationships, while I feel like an outsider, unable to even understand what makes others feel seen and valued. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to feel that connection. And if I can't experience love or genuine companionship, does life even have a real purpose? But it's not just the personal side of things that gets me. I look up at the stars and wonder, how can we be the only intelligent beings in this massive universe? The sheer size of it all makes me feel so infinitesimally insignificant. We're just one tiny speck in this vast expanse, and all our struggles, all our pursuits, seem so small in comparison. Why was I born in this century, in this era? Why am I here, in this period of human history where we’re still so undeveloped in so many ways? I could’ve been born in a different time, where perhaps things were simpler, or maybe even a time when humanity had already progressed. I wonder if it would have been better if I lived during a more enlightened age, one where we would’ve figured out how to make life meaningful on a global scale, where the concept of work didn’t feel like a rat race for survival. But here I am, stuck in the present, and it feels like I’m just drifting through life. And even though I might have big dreams, I don’t see myself as someone who can make a difference. I’m not special or smart enough to create something that will help humanity as a whole. I’m not going to invent the next life-changing technology, or write something that will inspire generations to come. So, what’s the point of trying so hard if the odds of doing anything truly impactful seem so low? And that’s what frustrates me the most. Why do we have to work so hard just to exist? We didn’t choose to be born into this world. We didn’t get to opt-in or opt-out, and yet here we are, trying to make a living, struggling to find meaning in the midst of all the chaos. We’re told we have to work hard to live a “normal” life—just to survive. And for what? So we can just keep going, paying bills, working, maybe even finding a few fleeting moments of happiness along the way? It doesn’t feel like it’s worth it, especially when the finish line is death, and nothing after that. I don’t know if there’s a real answer to any of this. Maybe life isn’t meant to make sense, and we’re just supposed to keep going because that’s all we can do. But there are days when it feels like everything is meaningless, and it’s hard to find the motivation to keep going, to keep fighting through all the struggles, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, we’re all just tiny, insignificant blips in time.

TL;DR: Life feels pointless—after university, it’s just job struggles, working until I can’t move, and then waiting to die. I feel unlovable and insignificant in the vast universe. Humanity isn’t even close to reaching its full potential, and I don’t think I can make a meaningful impact. We didn’t choose to be born, and we have to work hard just to survive. It all feels meaningless.

There is no point of living it's all cope anyway, the only reason I am still living is because the last 2 times I tried to rope I was sent to a mental hospital and they literally force you to live in this society so that you have to work for (((them))) and other rich elites such as Elon Musk

 

[User28823]

no fuckin way this nigger thinks im reading allat

 

[JasGews69x]