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Abel
Greycel
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- Joined
- Oct 16, 2018
- Posts
- 7
For over a decade I've been trying to find purpose and meaning, but it eludes me evermore. Both working and studying via the system is almost definition-like torture if you are unlucky, which most people are, and which I am. They drain you of life, and give you bare bones in return. Worst still, most people feel this is normal.
Talking doesn't help. Rarely someone will ask me about the "bad stuff." It doesn't help to talk about it, it has been rationalized point by point. There is no solution, and explaining it only makes it more blatant and insulting. Happy moments do not exist. Fleeting "satisfactory" moments always become painful. How can one enjoy the present if the future taunts with constant pain. It only gets worse as you get older, in almost every way.
I feel like I'll die at 40 of a heart attack, the amount of stress and anxiety this body has sustained (is sustaining, and will sustain) is not okay by any metrics. Perhaps we did not evolve the capacity to voluntarily die (i.e., stop our heart rate by willing it) because this ability would be likely used early on in life, thus not passing on to future generations. I am in hell. I need help, and no one will, no one can.
Talking doesn't help. Rarely someone will ask me about the "bad stuff." It doesn't help to talk about it, it has been rationalized point by point. There is no solution, and explaining it only makes it more blatant and insulting. Happy moments do not exist. Fleeting "satisfactory" moments always become painful. How can one enjoy the present if the future taunts with constant pain. It only gets worse as you get older, in almost every way.
I feel like I'll die at 40 of a heart attack, the amount of stress and anxiety this body has sustained (is sustaining, and will sustain) is not okay by any metrics. Perhaps we did not evolve the capacity to voluntarily die (i.e., stop our heart rate by willing it) because this ability would be likely used early on in life, thus not passing on to future generations. I am in hell. I need help, and no one will, no one can.