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Hahem
Knows too much
- Feb 4, 2023
- 87
Life was a scam all along.
You are brought into existence (where, by definition, there was no consent) and are expected to conform to a myriad of social impositions. You are just another gear in the system - producing and producing till the day you die, hoping that one day, somehow, peace and "happiness" (whatever it may mean) will finally come, and it will all be worth it. But as you observe reality, how often is this the case? How many go by living miserable lives in unhappy jobs, unhappy marriages... How many are abused, bullied, raped, killed, shamed... And how can one know in advance if it will be truly "all worth it" in the end? How many go trough great lengths just to get nothing in the end? And even if they do get something, it doesn't change the fact that they were brought into this world without their consent in the first place and that they had to endure so much suffering with no guarantees. What they perceive as happiness or sucess is nothing more than biological illusions programmed deep into their minds by evolution: to what use is a family? Or sex? Or a prosperous carrer? In what sense do these all have any intrinsic value? What do they all even mean? I feel like we were compelled to live in a certain way millions of years before we were even born, like our destinies were , in great part, already decided much earlier than our birth. And what about the pressure from parents, family members, colleagues and society at large, who cause so much unnecessary suffering? What to make out of all of this? Is life really just a gamble? A desperate race to get something out of it? And what about the promises made to us when we were young: that life was this huge open canvas where we could conquer all we wanted and fill it to the brim with our innermost dreams? When will we accept these are lies and that life is marked by uncertainty and unfairness? In this sense, I think life is a scam all along: marked by a sometimes admirable, but ultimately fruitless struggle. The more I reflect about this topic the more I come to the conclusion that all forms of "living" are just eternal cope from this dark reality. To live is to cope, and I wished my opium hadn't ran out this early.
You are brought into existence (where, by definition, there was no consent) and are expected to conform to a myriad of social impositions. You are just another gear in the system - producing and producing till the day you die, hoping that one day, somehow, peace and "happiness" (whatever it may mean) will finally come, and it will all be worth it. But as you observe reality, how often is this the case? How many go by living miserable lives in unhappy jobs, unhappy marriages... How many are abused, bullied, raped, killed, shamed... And how can one know in advance if it will be truly "all worth it" in the end? How many go trough great lengths just to get nothing in the end? And even if they do get something, it doesn't change the fact that they were brought into this world without their consent in the first place and that they had to endure so much suffering with no guarantees. What they perceive as happiness or sucess is nothing more than biological illusions programmed deep into their minds by evolution: to what use is a family? Or sex? Or a prosperous carrer? In what sense do these all have any intrinsic value? What do they all even mean? I feel like we were compelled to live in a certain way millions of years before we were even born, like our destinies were , in great part, already decided much earlier than our birth. And what about the pressure from parents, family members, colleagues and society at large, who cause so much unnecessary suffering? What to make out of all of this? Is life really just a gamble? A desperate race to get something out of it? And what about the promises made to us when we were young: that life was this huge open canvas where we could conquer all we wanted and fill it to the brim with our innermost dreams? When will we accept these are lies and that life is marked by uncertainty and unfairness? In this sense, I think life is a scam all along: marked by a sometimes admirable, but ultimately fruitless struggle. The more I reflect about this topic the more I come to the conclusion that all forms of "living" are just eternal cope from this dark reality. To live is to cope, and I wished my opium hadn't ran out this early.
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