You’re already living. You hate it but you ARE living. You are here and you have stayed. That is for sure. And nothing else, not a fucking thing besides the fact that at this moment you are breathing and wanting to die or just reading stuff and thinking how miserable your life is.
Trying to understand the complexities of your existence.
You take the trying to understand and the complexities away – what’s left? Existence. All there’s left is existence. Stop trying to understand something you’re not able to. You can’t fucking _know_ Anything about this world. Earth is a fucking ball hanging in the air in the middle of unimaginable vastness. The fact of you being alive, the fact that you have a body, with which you can perceive all of the countless things around you – that is fucking  _unexplainable_. You will never know anything. You will never know the reasons. Perhaps you will never ever feel fully satisfied or happy. Because it’s life. It’s existence. It’s not a fairy tale. It’s a fucking ridiculous ride on a train which is about to drive in a sea of Nothing. Feel free to get off anytime you want – I guess sooner or later we’ll all end up at the same place or no-place anyways.
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So what your saying is, “Life’s a ***** then you die.”
I’m saying “Life is and then you die”. There’s no inherent meaning and if life is meaningless, you can just play around. Learn not to take anything serious, including yourself and your pain and all that bullshit. And this is not the ultimate truth, of course, it’s just a way of looking at everything. It’s just something somebody has come to while sincerely believing that suicide is the best possible thing to do 😉