We wake up each morning- alive. We live, struggle, suffer, fall in love (if we’re lucky), have a bit of fun, suffer a bit more and then die. What’s the point of it all? What’s the point of going through all of this, actually putting in the effort to do all of this when in the end you will die? Why not just kill yourself now? Yes, life might actually get better, but what difference does it make when in the end everything will be taken away from you ? And what happens if life happens to get worse? You stay alive and suffer even more. Is that fair? Is there any point to it? Why shouldn’t I just go and kill myself now, because it doesn’t make any difference at all if I’m alive or dead. So why bother? Why do you bother? If it’s family, then why do they matter? Temporary pain, if they feel anything for your death. They’ll die soon too and that will all be over. Life’s too short for anything to matter. They’ll find a way to manage in life. Maybe give them some money (if you have any) to make life easier for them. And with the state of depression, at least I know my depression, the people I live with will be happier that I’m dead. I’m too much work for all of them. And besides, you would have died at some point of life anyway, either naturally or otherwise. They’d have to put up with the pain of that anyway. Why does it have to be a heart attack that kills you, for it to have been an acceptable death rather than depression? Let’s leave social stigmas behind.
Why the hell are we all alive?
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Why are we alive?
A Fairy from the Past,
Because we evolved from the muck and slime, there never was a plan or a reason for us being here, whether were here or not makes no difference in any significant way, whether were happy or sad doesn’t matter to anyone except ourselves, we are here to survive that’s built in, we didn’t have a choice when we were born, it is our choice if we want to continue to live or die, we do have that choice, but as one predator to another on this planet, my advice is to not expect to much and try to be happy as you can, this is your only trip here no coming back.
I wonder the same thing and I wonder why other people have died through tragic accidents and I am still here. Hating my life and wishing I were dead… Constantly thinking of a method I may be able to execute successfully. My username at gmail is my email if you’d ever like to vent more
ladyedicius,
The people that died were unlucky, you have been lucky, I know alot of people who have died myself, many weren’t ready to go! it’s just the throw of the dice, but one thing is certain your luck will run out one day as well as mine.
No such thing as luck. Who the heck knows… I don’t find myself to be lucky.
ladyedicius,
Everyone is unlucky! OR lucky at one time or another, if you had died instead of them then you might concider your self lucky so i guess you have been unlucky? just joking 🙂 being at the right place at the right time or the wrong place dictates your luck. winning a loto ticket is lucky going to cash it in and getting hit by a car is not.
here’s how i visualize it, to help me feel better. this isn’t really an anti-depressant quote, it’s more like a philosophy; life is a little bubble where dream all of our dreams, until the bubble pops, and we dream of nothing else.