How can every life be precious when there are seven billion others?
At what point does self-esteem building become self-delusion?
When you set goals, are you setting yourself up for failure?
Are chronically depressed people ill, or realistic?
Do psychoactive drugs improve your life or just numb you to your pain?
If your friends and family don’t want you to kill yourself, why don’t they do anything to help?
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splinters , that is what we are…
ants , that much we matter…
.bigger picture.
I have the same questions as you. I don’t think you’re being a pessimist. I think you have a wider range of thinking than most people. You’re mind is not clouded with the fake promises of the world. You have a better understanding of how things really are.
Exactly my way of thinking.
I think the same way as you to me it seems the more blind you are to reality the happier you are and when you begin to open your mind the sadder you become