many people claim that life is worth it because there is so much potential and joy. What if there is some joy? All in all, we are basically on the titanic. Some of us may be partying but the sinking of the ship is immenent
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There’s no “valid” argument tbh. It is what it is; life can be happy and full of joy, and if you have a bit of luck and the right mindset you will experience it to its fullest. Society may be sick to its core and human nature isn’t always the best, but the world can be beautiful; we’re just too depressed to see it, so we focus on the bad things.
Very true. Like beauty, the value of life is in the eyes of the beholder. it’s all about personal experience and how one must be validated. For the people who love life, they should live it to the fullest. As for people who want to end there lives by peaceful means like assisted suicide, that should be validated just as much. People like us shouldn’t be called crazy just because we have a different outlook.
Unfortunately, it’s quite common for people to say “if you believe such and such, you must be mentally ill”. Usually it’s just an insult, but in the case of suicidal ideation it’s taken seriously.
We are inherently like that, we want to see ourselves living to the fullest; except that the life in reality is full of shit. There is no such thing as the right mindset, except that when you stop caring. You have to be stubborn and ignorant of things around you to get a “right mind set”.
The moment we got conceived in the womb, we became a threat to our mothers. The moment we step into this world we are bound to lose, our loved ones; one way or the other.
We struggle enough to get the friends; to be understood; to be able to spend life whatever it is like with the person we love; but often we are rejected, back-stabbed to find a new set of people with new expectations; and new one; and so on; but each thing life rejects left its scar on our soul, unable to be healed, so only after we get stubborn enough to be able to live, we can move on. But life itself is not beautiful; living is a nightmare coming to reality; school, education, college, love life, friends, relatives, job, children; each person coming or going to our life, comes so that we can make use of them, even caring for our child is not without selfishness, we love due to our own selfishness; everything we care for is inherently proving our selfishness. Its all a big big struggle for survival; but what for; just to pass on our genes and show them that we survived like this!
There should better be a reward for surviving this test; otherwise; this kind survival in this bull shit nightmare is not worth spending even a breath.
You said it perfectly
i m sorry, living with depression or other mental issues is not way to live….but hey…that s only my opinion.
I saved the life of a five year old boy growing up in poverty without a father. No matter how miserable or hopeless I feel I can remember that.
You probably won’t get that here because we’re all here for the same reason, however I can offer some advice that I myself had to learn the hard way.
If you choose life then live to please yourself, don’t live to please others.
“the sinking of the skip is imminent” – so? Most people don’t live for the sake of time. They live for the things they want to fill whatever time they have left with. I think most people’s reasons to live, whatever form they come in, always come back to joy. Most people haven’t lost it like most of us here have. Even if they don’t feel it, they believe in the possibility of finding it again soon. If I knew there wasn’t any chance of feeling any differently to how I do now, I don’t think I could keep going indefinitely… so it’s the same for me, although I find it a lot more difficult to believe.
A valid argument is just one you think is worth it. For a lot of suicidal people, it’s the fact that people rely on them. For others it’s that potential to feel better again. It takes a lot of faith, strength and courage to convince yourself that things could change when you’re severely depressed or suicidal. Some people would think it’s worth it and others wouldn’t. That goes for any reason. You decide whether those reasons are valid to you.
My reasons to wait used to include career choices, raising a family, writing and creating art. I would still love those things, especially the second, but my main reasons now are to learn to be happy and to make others happy. If I could learn to do those things, then life would be worth it to me. But those are my arguments… everyone has to find their own.
Well said!
Life is ‘worth it’ if you have a good life, which in my view is good health, lots of money, intelligence, mental stability and being attractive. Most of the problems people have in life result from a lack of these things. There are amazing things in the world to enjoy-but if you lack money, you’re going to be largely stuck in your tiny little corner of the planet.
If you’re unattractive, you will be deprived of a rich and fulfilling social life. Sure some people have ‘personality’ and can still get people to like them but when it comes to dating, your options are limited.
I think the problem isn’t finding a reason to keep living-that takes no effort, the real problem is trying to figure out how to die if you don’t want to live anymore. How to finally let go of every strand that keeping you tied to this life-if one wants to end it.
In my case-at least at this point, I’ve begun to hate my family again-my friends are drifting away and in some cases throwing me under the bus. Fortunately I have a couple of ‘back up’ people I can somewhat rely on, but things aren’t looking good. I’m very close to cutting off my family members-all of them except my mother who lives me and I can barely stand her.
The only thing keeping me going is the hope that I’ll make a lot of money in what I’m doing-if I do succeed then it’ll be fairly easy to create new contact and I can get rid of everyone I want to. But otherwise if nothing changes for me, I really have no reason to live. What’s the point of working every day, where you don’t get ahead, and you’re just making ends meet? Where you can’t afford to go on vacations, buy nice things like a house and so forth.
That’s a shit life and not worth living. At this point I’m just an ordinary person like anyone else out there-if I disappeared, it’d barely be noticed (not that I really care to be). But the point is this life-my life, matters to no one. It’s just the fear of death alone that keeping me going-the worry about something going wrong. The fear of facing oblivion/permanent darkness, or not knowing what will happen during the process of dying. I know others have passed that threshold-but a lot can go wrong. Otherwise if I could take a pill that’d kill me in seconds without pain I’d probably take it.
I think the idea of worth stems from our superficial, artificial society. We (society) determine what is desirable vs. undesirable and then collectively convince ourselves that these judgements have real value. I believe this plays a large part in the suffering of the human condition.
Within the natural flow of the universe there is no such thing as worth, because, unlike humans, nature doesn’t assign relative value to anything. We simply exist as everything else exists. Whether this life is worth it comes down to each individual’s perspective.
I figure I exist to write wordy, pseudo-philosophical answers that noone will ever read. It kills time and reinforces my delusion that I am useful.
All these comments are well thought out. I am enjoying reading everyone’s views.
I can’t make life worth it for anyone but myself. I can make your existence more bearable by not being a complete SOB. But to say we are all on the Titanic? We are all doomed?
Death is a process, my personal process. There are days when I am content with the idea of becoming just a process of decomposition. Other days life is a cliff I look off of and can’t see the bottom. But it comes from within me, this desire to die or live, feel joy or just plunge into traffic.
For me to say your existence doesn’t matter because my existence doesn’t matter is not respecting you as a human in this world. Does it matter? Today it does. Tomorrow though, check in with me, I may totally agree with you.