Does anyone know what the point of life is? Because I’m scared it’s just “having fun”. Like there’s no actual good or truth in the world everything is pointless and meaningless, and just garbage. I have no one to talk to I don’t even see any point still I’m scared I’m always going to feel like this, it’s been years and nothing gets better even though I’ve tried. I’ve tried meds, I’ve done therapy, I’ve been hospitalized, it never lasts and never works.
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Kill yourself obviously
I think part of it is about finding what it’s about for you. It’s kind of a personal thing that varies from person to person. Depression and other mental issues seem to suck the life out of a lot of the potential things life could be about though. Which really sucks.
For some people it’s making that extra dollar or having a family. For me personally life is just about going day by day helping out who I can. It makes me happy to see other people happy and knowing I did that. I gave them that smile even if it’s only for a second. In Wicca (my religion) it’s all about being nice. Basically do what you want in life as long as no one gets hurt. Obviously this is a case by case thing because if someone’s being mean they can go cry in a corner because that’s not nice but in general just be nice people 🙂
I am so glad you are making progress. Almost all religions teach us to be nice 🙂
Progress? Please. Just because I’m a nice person has nothing to do with progress. I’d still love to blow my brains out and paint a pretty picture on the wall.
Resident nihilist here… and yeah, that seems about to check out. If “good” isn’t a meaningful concept, though, that also means that there’s no bad. Things are. No need for judgment, no wrong you can do or need to feel torn up about if you so choose. Calling things “garbage” is then only really mental labor committing yourself to an untrue value judgment that actively makes you unhappy–at least, that’s what I’ve told myself.
Ask your local paramecium what the point of life is. They don’t give a @#$%.
there isn’t a purpose. Earth is Earth, humans are humans, life is life. We’re here because cells developed legs and eyes and the ability to self-destruct when deficient in dopamine. You make your own purpose, I guess. that’s what I’ve done. Just do shit that makes me happy. Especially when you’re edging suicide, you’ve got nothing to lose. you can do anything and have a great time. otherwise it’s a balance of staying alive/healthy and enjoying the journey while you’re at it.