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- Aug 31, 2024
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At the very basics of our existence. There are two states - non-existence (not born yet/dead) and existence (alive).
From that viewpoint, everything seems almost entirely meaningless. Success, quality of life, relationships, meaning. These are all things that are immensely important to us as humans - but tied to our existence and consciousness.
In other words, once we are dead, soon or sometime far in the future, all of this is completely and utterly meaningless.
So here I found myself, purchasing SN and writing my suicide notes. With the whole goal being to put an end to my own suffering. Yet, still, despite being on the cusp of this insanely painful, permanent decision, with the whole goal to reach meaningless non-existence. I still care, a lot of us still care.
I still think about how insanely painful this will be to my family. I still think about the life I could've lived with happiness, success, experiences. I still think about whether or not my girlfriend will eventually move on and live her life probably with someone else (I wouldn't want her to suffer, but it still hurts to think about).
It's just ironic. The whole goal is to escape our existence, escape everything in a sense. But while we're here, we still care. It's inevitable, since as of right now, we're still a living human being. But it's almost makes no sense.
From that viewpoint, everything seems almost entirely meaningless. Success, quality of life, relationships, meaning. These are all things that are immensely important to us as humans - but tied to our existence and consciousness.
In other words, once we are dead, soon or sometime far in the future, all of this is completely and utterly meaningless.
So here I found myself, purchasing SN and writing my suicide notes. With the whole goal being to put an end to my own suffering. Yet, still, despite being on the cusp of this insanely painful, permanent decision, with the whole goal to reach meaningless non-existence. I still care, a lot of us still care.
I still think about how insanely painful this will be to my family. I still think about the life I could've lived with happiness, success, experiences. I still think about whether or not my girlfriend will eventually move on and live her life probably with someone else (I wouldn't want her to suffer, but it still hurts to think about).
It's just ironic. The whole goal is to escape our existence, escape everything in a sense. But while we're here, we still care. It's inevitable, since as of right now, we're still a living human being. But it's almost makes no sense.
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