What happens when you hit that point in your life? What happens when you realise that maybe being strong and surviving was indeed the wrong thing to do. Life was always meant to be a struggle, and a person is defined by how hard they struggle. But in the end is it just me or is it all pointless?
The other day, I woke up, and realised, hey, my life sucks, and eventually I will die. To me it all seems pointless. Because if the outcome is the same no matter what you do, then what is the point of struggling? It's like playing a game of tug of war with a huge mud pit in the centre. You know your going to lose, so why fight it out, why not just be done with it all and land in the pit?
That might sound suicidal. But is it really? If our lifes just end anyways, why do we try so hard? It seems we must struggle constantly to get any leway. Happiness is so impossible to find. What exactly is the point.
I have had this conversation with myself for a long time. No matter what arguement I come up with, I can always pull it apart like a thin sheet of paper.
So there are 2 options, slow and painful death, or suicide. Either way it will happen. What happens when you are gone? When I was a very young kid I had this nightmare I couldn't wake up from. It was like I was trapped in a box there was no light. I imagined death is like that. But it's worse. Because you cease to exist.
Basically, the world is going to hell. I am going to die, and it sucks. What do I do about it? I'll tell you. I sit here and waste my entire life. What is the point? It's meaningless and void. There has to be some meaning to it.
The other day, I woke up, and realised, hey, my life sucks, and eventually I will die. To me it all seems pointless. Because if the outcome is the same no matter what you do, then what is the point of struggling? It's like playing a game of tug of war with a huge mud pit in the centre. You know your going to lose, so why fight it out, why not just be done with it all and land in the pit?
That might sound suicidal. But is it really? If our lifes just end anyways, why do we try so hard? It seems we must struggle constantly to get any leway. Happiness is so impossible to find. What exactly is the point.
I have had this conversation with myself for a long time. No matter what arguement I come up with, I can always pull it apart like a thin sheet of paper.
So there are 2 options, slow and painful death, or suicide. Either way it will happen. What happens when you are gone? When I was a very young kid I had this nightmare I couldn't wake up from. It was like I was trapped in a box there was no light. I imagined death is like that. But it's worse. Because you cease to exist.
Basically, the world is going to hell. I am going to die, and it sucks. What do I do about it? I'll tell you. I sit here and waste my entire life. What is the point? It's meaningless and void. There has to be some meaning to it.