Everybody here has a plan, but are you really prepared to leave this life behind? To take that leap of faith down the road of no return? Or are you doomed to suicide ideation forever?
Eventually All hope will be lost. Because that's what's holding everyone here back.
This selfish biological blind faith that maybe—just maybe— this life will have some meaning to it. That something or someone will come along the way, or that we will do the things we always wanted to do.
Similar to drug addicts we are scrounging up enough money/resources to recapture those brief moments of happiness. Oh, to be 16 and driving around with my friends again…or to fall in love again, the same way we did before our hearts were wrecked, before we were afraid, vulnerable, naive, beautiful…blissful ignorance.
But, it doesn't happen—or not like how we expected. Life is a series of compromises and depending your luck of the draw, you will have to make so many sacrifices that your life is unrecognizable and you can't believe this is the person you became.
Some degree is human nature, but the moving pace of the modern world (I.e. social media, political corruption, capital control, climate change, social isolation) is just all too much.
So, yeah. Probably won't be today, or tomorrow, or this month, maybe not in the next few years, but I can't see myself getting old. Idealistically I will buy the farm