Are you here right now? Where is here? When is now? What defines these terms? Who decided when now was? And where things were? When did it all begin? Why am I here when I could be there? I often find myself having an inner conversation with myself about my existence, sometimes wondering if it's all fake. If I'm merely looking over something so blatantly obvious. I have to tell myself: this is real, what is happening right now is something that is actually happening and not just a dream, a faze of reality like you so think it is.
I'm not a religious person, but I do sometimes find myself wondering if this is my own personal hell. A place with nearly infinite questions, some with correct and incorrect answers, some have no answers. And it drives me mad.
I also often find myself asking myself insane moral questions that I or no one else has the right to answer. If I stabbed that person right now, what would happen, really? What would be the repercussions? I could just immediately kill myself and be rid of any punishments? I suppose that's why people thought up god, a clever way to keep people in check. Oh if you do bad things in life you will be punished once it is over.
It's this idea, this leap of “faith” that I hate. A lot of my answers to life would be answered if I simply believed in god. But I refuse, for some reason or another I refuse to believe that there is some higher being. I would need evidence, but there is no evidence. So you have to take that leap of “faith”. But I refuse.
Taking things seriously has never been my thing because everything seems so fake to me. Almost as if it's not ever actually happening. I go to a funeral and never really think about how that person is gone, and never to come back. I hurt someone and don't think of the issues it has caused because to me I will never have to deal with those issues.
Much like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the meaning of life is whatever you make it out to be. Some want a family, some want to find their significant other. I have nothing that I truly want, I see no meaning in life. So I just don't know what to do anymore
I'm not a religious person, but I do sometimes find myself wondering if this is my own personal hell. A place with nearly infinite questions, some with correct and incorrect answers, some have no answers. And it drives me mad.
I also often find myself asking myself insane moral questions that I or no one else has the right to answer. If I stabbed that person right now, what would happen, really? What would be the repercussions? I could just immediately kill myself and be rid of any punishments? I suppose that's why people thought up god, a clever way to keep people in check. Oh if you do bad things in life you will be punished once it is over.
It's this idea, this leap of “faith” that I hate. A lot of my answers to life would be answered if I simply believed in god. But I refuse, for some reason or another I refuse to believe that there is some higher being. I would need evidence, but there is no evidence. So you have to take that leap of “faith”. But I refuse.
Taking things seriously has never been my thing because everything seems so fake to me. Almost as if it's not ever actually happening. I go to a funeral and never really think about how that person is gone, and never to come back. I hurt someone and don't think of the issues it has caused because to me I will never have to deal with those issues.
Much like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the meaning of life is whatever you make it out to be. Some want a family, some want to find their significant other. I have nothing that I truly want, I see no meaning in life. So I just don't know what to do anymore
congratulations
You managed to make my brain explode. Lmao
You managed to make my brain explode. Lmao
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