A shotgun to the head does not make people feel your pain.
It does not matter how long it takes you to make the decision. Because once you do it, it just happens. There is no God coming to save you. No spiritual battle waging in your favor. You pull the trigger, and BANG, you’re face is reduced to a flappy, bloody, hollow melon, with your bug eyes popping out of your cheekbones and your limp body sagging down lifeless in your seat.
God allows this because God is the devil. He doesn’t love you or care about you; you aren’t special. And only the people who know about you will pity your death. They will never feel your pain. Life goes on without you, and nobody cares. Life sucks, and then you die.
We struggle and pray everyday just to put food on the table. Eating and drinking and staying fit, and for what? What is it all for? We are nothing but meat. Cut my stomach, and meat spills out.
Since we are just going to die in the end, why do we even try to live a meaningless life?
While I sit here in my turmoil, they are partying, laughing, and having fun in their ignorant bliss. They have friends and don’t even care. They are pawns in Gods game, an empty mind controlled by his puppet strings. God loves to kill people. Or else why would he kill his only son? Or thousands more because they were evil? Wouldn’t he know that they were evil when he created them? Why even create them to start with then? Likewise, he knew you would kill yourself from the beginning. You are nothing but a lose end. A failure, whom he will pleasure condemning to hell for eternity just because you didn’t follow his will.
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This version of god is the one designed to keep a person feeling guilty for existing. One can’t as easily get people to subscribe to wasting their lives on making the aristocracy richer through their monetary system, if one feels undeserving and issued by default with sin.
We are worthless and as the world does nothing to combat overpopulation the design is clear. We are all of us disposable, the more people there are the more you can treat people like shit because if one gives up, 3 have already taken their place.
If there is a creator and and it has the attribute of a Christian/Islamic etc. God, then one day humanity will wake up and nuke that scum into atoms. Like the someone who had scribbled on the wall in Auschwitz: “If there is a God he will have to beg for my forgiveness.”
if he exists, he’s a sadist
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxIPAH_FTdM
Maybe “he” just doesn’t care, rather than being actually malicious. Maybe he was bored and just wanted to see what would happen. Maybe his motives are utterly alien to us. We’re in the dark.
> Since we are just going to die in the end, why do we even try to live a meaningless life?
To have fun? Just to fuck around, find out, etc. There probably *isn’t* a grand overarching purpose. There’s a good chance there’s nothing after we die! But why let that impede you? Hedonistic nihilism, living life to the fullest *because* what else can you do but waste time looking for meaning that just isn’t there is, in fact, a pretty good answer for what to do if life is without purpose. Live life for kicks; care about other people not because it’s a holy virtue but because it makes you feel good to care about other people.
I’m unsure if this realization that you have had is liberating for you or if you appear bitter about it.
Personally, when I was a bit younger, I was bitter about how “pointless” existence was. Why bother doing anything? I would often present hypothetical asking which life was worth living an extremely short one where you completely abandon any sort of rules that society has and do what you want in the meantime or a long life where you do what you are supposed to. I would often get mixed answers, but most of the adults in my life would so the latter. I digress.
Eventually I came to the conclusion that a person’s meaning was anything they wanted it to be. If they find no meaning and decide to kill themselves then that’s their answer. If they decide to give their life to religion then that’s their answer. If they simply spend their whole life working towards one goal, then that’s their answer. At the end of the day it’s kind of up to the person and no one else. I would like to believe this viewpoint is neutral. Neither bad nor good. It just kind of is and that’s all there really is to it.
Anyways the title of your post reminds me of the lyrics from A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit from AJJ:
[Outro]
And I’d like to be
A big ball of meat
That bees can
buzz around and
eat when I de
So that I might be
granted one
sense of purpose