I always ask myself the question, ” Why the fuck am I here?”. I just feel like a cog in a wheel now. I used to have dreams and ideas but the passion for life all faded away. Love, Relationships and all these Babbitt bourgeois ideals don’t appeal to me any more. I was struck with depression in my final semester so I didn’t complete my dissertation which led to dropping out. I started to contemplate suicide from that point on. Part of me wants to stay and fight and the other part is flirting with death. It fucking tears me apart. I hate everything around me. I just want to get out of this place.
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I hear ya. There’s always that struggle between stay and fight or pack it in. I hear ya.
The age old question…why are we here? No one knows. So why waste our time with questions that can’t be answered? I can tell you…I have a great deal of study into both religious ideas…and metaphysical and occult ideas.
In my opinion we are here to learn to love. Including the ups and downs that go along with that. If it were an easy lesson the test wouldn’t seem as long or as hard as it does, right?
Death will come soon enough. Life really is very short, compared to eternity. So why not make the best of your short time here? Accept the failures and set backs, enjoy the positives and advancements…and patiently work on creating love in your life…and life will eventually seem good and fulfilled. Promise. 🙂
You mentioned that depression hit you in your final semester…so you dropped out and suicidal ideas then began. So…did you notice that dropping out or what seemed like ‘failing’ at school increased the depression and suicidal ideas? So…if you go back to school and plow through the tough parts…the opposite will probably also be true and you will find reasons to be more positive? Or at least the depression will probably seem smaller because, win, lose or draw…you saw it through and did your best? Good luck my friend. 🙂
Thank you for your encouraging words whisper.
We’re here because a guy got a hard on