There was a time where I enjoyed life, when I was younger and more naive, before I had experiences that gave me insight into what the game of life is really about. I had a good life until my first and only relationship with my ex-girlfriend shattered my worldview. She broke me, traumatized me, and made me suffer.
I now see life for what it is. A game of natural selection. We are, in essence, biologically optimized organisms designed to spread our genetics onto another generation. We are a biological reaction, hysterical and useless. Men pursue their ambitions, try to achieve status and accomplish things, because their ape brain wishes for them to find a mate, and this is what the mate selection process demands. Women exude kindness, beauty, and wonder, because this too is what the mate selection process demands.
The reality is, there is not much point to life, to existence. Nobody is getting out of it alive, and even if one could, life is just the same cycle on repeat, with some patterns or variations. The same biochemical loops playing over and over in your head. The same innate drives and compulsions manifesting in different ways from individual to individual, but in unity towards a meaningless abyss.
I gave the world, and people, many chances, but love and friendship, which I once thought were the sole thing that made life worth living, turned out to be nothing but a hoax. I will cave in and probably hang myself soon.
I now see life for what it is. A game of natural selection. We are, in essence, biologically optimized organisms designed to spread our genetics onto another generation. We are a biological reaction, hysterical and useless. Men pursue their ambitions, try to achieve status and accomplish things, because their ape brain wishes for them to find a mate, and this is what the mate selection process demands. Women exude kindness, beauty, and wonder, because this too is what the mate selection process demands.
The reality is, there is not much point to life, to existence. Nobody is getting out of it alive, and even if one could, life is just the same cycle on repeat, with some patterns or variations. The same biochemical loops playing over and over in your head. The same innate drives and compulsions manifesting in different ways from individual to individual, but in unity towards a meaningless abyss.
I gave the world, and people, many chances, but love and friendship, which I once thought were the sole thing that made life worth living, turned out to be nothing but a hoax. I will cave in and probably hang myself soon.
