For several weeks now, I have been thinking about how pointless life is. The more the analysis, the less the want to live. I tried consulting a therapist but I just couldn’t talk about anything. Sometimes I feel like there is so much I have to say but words just don’t come out. The few times I manage to vaguely express what I feel, I find there is no one to listen to me.
The more people I meet, the more withdrawn I become. With each passing day, I am becoming less and less inclined to live. Every morning I wake up and I dread the thought of living through another horrendous day. I spend evenings and nights pondering over life and death.
No matter how much I try, nothing seems to be making any sense. Its like my life just doesn’t have any meaning. I don’t know what I am living for. I don’t know who I am living for. Given an option I would end this turmoil but I am too scared. I am too scared of doing anything drastic.
Well a lot of people are going to disagree with me on this one but here is my outlook.in my opinion life is pointless for everyone in the end, Iâ€™m not going to contribute anything of great value, in the end the planet will be pulled into the sun and poof all gone! Everything anybody did will disappear, so the reason to be alive is to enjoy the things you like to do, thatâ€™s the point of being alive, keep yourself busy and donâ€™t take it so seriously, try to be good to yourself and to others, try to enjoy simple things.
but im not good at anything ..
If you’re too scared to do anything drastic, then this is clearly a positive. This means that somewhere inside of you, you still feel some sort of reason to continue on.
Life itself can be pointless. Then again, it can also be a string of meaningful experiences. Maybe not meaningful on a large scale, but meaningful to you. It all depends on perspective. rocketman makes some excellent points.
All the best.