Who cares about the future when you can help the people you share experiences with ?
but what would be the point?
ctfu this what basically hegel said against the skeptics
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I agree with this post. Itβs always the unemployed people who complain about life being pointless.
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What's the point of trying to get p**** if you're gonna die I mean you still try to get p**** right I mean what's the point of that
Struggled with this for a long while now. It is true ultimately. Nothing does really matter whatsoever.
It is freeing. Shouldn't feel fear or anxiety or stress because of it. Should allow you to take life less seriously.
Of course it is depressing. Certainly weighs on me in my toughest times and makes exiting permanently rather tempting.
I think for me my thought process that has stemmed as a result is: all we are is the impact we leave on others. Can't take anything with us beyond that. And that impact will dissipate too, but while it exists it is tangible and meaningful in a way nothing else really is.
The four means of escape from this terrible state
1. The first means of escape is through ignorance. It consists in not perceiving and understanding that life is an evil and an absurdity. People of this class β for the greater part women, or men who are either very young or very stupid β have not understood the problem of life as it presented itself to Schopenhauer, to Solomon, and to Buddha. They see neither the dragon awaiting them, nor the mice eating through the plant to which they cling, and they taste the drops of honey.
2. The second means of escape is the Epicurean. It consists in, while we know the hopelessness of life, taking advantage of every good there is in it, in avoiding the sight of the dragon and mice, and in seeking the honey as best we can, especially wherever there is most of it.
3. The third means of escape is through strength and energy of character. It consists in destroying life when we have perceived that it is an evil and an absurdity. Only men of strong and unswerving character act thus.
4. The fourth means of escape is through weakness. It consists, though the evil and absurdity of life are well known, in continuing to drag on, though aware that nothing can come of it. People of this class of mind know that death is better than life, but have not the strength of character to act as their reason dictates, to have done with deceit and kill themselves; they seem to be waiting for something to happen. This way of escape is due solely to weakness, for if I know what is better, and it is within my reach, why not seize it? To this class of men I myself belonged.
From A Confession by Leo Tolstoy
we make our own meaning. Value is in the eye of the beholder. My life is valuable Because I Value It.
The four means of escape from this terrible state
1. The first means of escape is through ignorance. It consists in not perceiving and understanding that life is an evil and an absurdity. People of this class β for the greater part women, or men who are either very young or very stupid β have not understood the problem of life as it presented itself to Schopenhauer, to Solomon, and to Buddha. They see neither the dragon awaiting them, nor the mice eating through the plant to which they cling, and they taste the drops of honey.
2. The second means of escape is the Epicurean. It consists in, while we know the hopelessness of life, taking advantage of every good there is in it, in avoiding the sight of the dragon and mice, and in seeking the honey as best we can, especially wherever there is most of it.
3. The third means of escape is through strength and energy of character. It consists in destroying life when we have perceived that it is an evil and an absurdity. Only men of strong and unswerving character act thus.
4. The fourth means of escape is through weakness. It consists, though the evil and absurdity of life are well known, in continuing to drag on, though aware that nothing can come of it. People of this class of mind know that death is better than life, but have not the strength of character to act as their reason dictates, to have done with deceit and kill themselves; they seem to be waiting for something to happen. This way of escape is due solely to weakness, for if I know what is better, and it is within my reach, why not seize it? To this class of men I myself belonged.
From A Confession by Leo Tolstoy
this is pretty, but nothing more than poetry. a piddling shadow of an explanation when examined near the light of someone you love. a darkness drowned immediately by anyone who dares to hope
from a sigh at a message board by Mark Moschino

Aww
If you really believe that why wouldnt you just kill yourself? No action has any impact unless you plan to live through the consequences. You can justify anything in the moment by saying we're all gonna die but when you wake tomorrow, very much alive, what then? If you never learn to read that's gonna leave a big mark unless you dont plan to live past 7. If you are a b**** to everyone around you that's gonna leave a big mark unless you're never gonna hang out with those guys again. You get the idea
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I am crine although I agree w OP he really needs to find a reason to live
Thereβs a difference between surviving and living. You only got so much time on this earth, might as well enjoy it. You can always take whatever logic youβre spewing and turn it into a positive.
kinda surprised this hasnβt gotten any likes. This is the best answer in this thread.
this is pretty, but nothing more than poetry. a piddling shadow of an explanation when examined near the light of someone you love. a darkness drowned immediately by anyone who dares to hope
from a sigh at a message board by Mark Moschino
βbut a family, a wife and children, are also human beings, and subject to the same conditions as myself; they must either be living in a lie, or they must see the terrible truth. Why should they live? Why should I love, care for, bring up, and watch over them? To bring them to the despair which fills myself, or to make dolts of them? As I love them, I cannot conceal from them the truth β every step they take in knowledge leads them to it, and that truth is death.β
Excerpt From A Confession by Leo Tolstoy
βbut a family, a wife and children, are also human beings, and subject to the same conditions as myself; they must either be living in a lie, or they must see the terrible truth. Why should they live? Why should I love, care for, bring up, and watch over them? To bring them to the despair which fills myself, or to make dolts of them? As I love them, I cannot conceal from them the truth β every step they take in knowledge leads them to it, and that truth is death.β
Excerpt From A Confession by Leo Tolstoy
y u care so much about what tolstoy thinks in a particularly emo moment of his life bro?
βbut a family, a wife and children, are also human beings, and subject to the same conditions as myself; they must either be living in a lie, or they must see the terrible truth. Why should they live? Why should I love, care for, bring up, and watch over them? To bring them to the despair which fills myself, or to make dolts of them? As I love them, I cannot conceal from them the truth β every step they take in knowledge leads them to it, and that truth is death.β
Excerpt From A Confession by Leo Tolstoy
i guarantee he wasnt saying this s*** when his first child was born etc