maggineko
Holding on 'till May
- Aug 10, 2026
- 120
I'm sitting here finishing some art assignments for college and just thinking to myself "dude, what the fuck am I even doing here?" Then "Why did I take this course" went to "why did I take Form 6" went to "why did I even live this long" to "why was I even born???"
I've assured, or at least try to assure myself and others many times that the purpose of life is to live and live with what life offers, but at this point with shitty corrupt governments and billionaires and climate change and my future as a young adult slipping away with every bit of news I hear about the next political or geographic disaster, what does life even offer?? Not even a peaceful death is guaranteed. I could get kidnapped and murdered tomorrow, swept away in some horrific disaster, get a fatal illness and die in excruciating pain. What am I even doing all of this for? So I can sit around wondering when my next break is coming so I can fill in the empty time with my heart's pleasures before going back to getting fucked in the ass by life?
Sure, I love to smoke, drink, go out with friends, read a book, fantasise about having a boyfriend, talking to strangers on the internet and hoping 1 out of the billions on the Web will possibly fall in love with me; but I can't help it. We're all headed towards death one way or another eventually. It just feels like there's absolutely no point in doing anything, regardless if it's something I find pleasure in or find insufferable. I don't want to just sit with my thumb up my ass 7-10 hours a day at school learning how to be a dumb slave for some corporate asshole and then live the rest of my life on a chair telling myself to just make it to the coming Friday "then I can take a break." I can't! Friday's a school day, Saturday I have religious duties to appease my mother, and Sunday is spent rotting in anxiousness for the approaching Monday.
There is literally not a day in my life besides semester breaks and seasonal holidays (which are mostly spent procrastinating guiltily on my "holiday homework" and then paying for it dearly on the last day of break) where I've felt satisfied enough with where I am to firmly and confidently say "yeah, this feels right." Everything feels so frustratingly uncertain. It's been drilled into mine and the people of my generation's heads that the recipe for a life of happiness is as easy as "study hard, get a job, and pay for the things that make you happy, with leftover for a good retirement." Even people with PhDs are having trouble with getting work! Everyone's getting replaced with shitty A.I that doesn't even do the job right.
The only reason I've willed myself to come this far and making last-minute decisions and strategies for my future is because death didnt decide to come for me when I was 12 and not when I was 17. I don't want to fuck up my life again by living too in-the-moment as if death is guaranteed the next minute and suddenly I blink and I'm hospitalised for life and 10 times more miserable than where I was before, but it feels so pointless if all of this preparation just means fuck all in the end and I'll just die like a bug squashed under some asshole's shoe.
I've assured, or at least try to assure myself and others many times that the purpose of life is to live and live with what life offers, but at this point with shitty corrupt governments and billionaires and climate change and my future as a young adult slipping away with every bit of news I hear about the next political or geographic disaster, what does life even offer?? Not even a peaceful death is guaranteed. I could get kidnapped and murdered tomorrow, swept away in some horrific disaster, get a fatal illness and die in excruciating pain. What am I even doing all of this for? So I can sit around wondering when my next break is coming so I can fill in the empty time with my heart's pleasures before going back to getting fucked in the ass by life?
Sure, I love to smoke, drink, go out with friends, read a book, fantasise about having a boyfriend, talking to strangers on the internet and hoping 1 out of the billions on the Web will possibly fall in love with me; but I can't help it. We're all headed towards death one way or another eventually. It just feels like there's absolutely no point in doing anything, regardless if it's something I find pleasure in or find insufferable. I don't want to just sit with my thumb up my ass 7-10 hours a day at school learning how to be a dumb slave for some corporate asshole and then live the rest of my life on a chair telling myself to just make it to the coming Friday "then I can take a break." I can't! Friday's a school day, Saturday I have religious duties to appease my mother, and Sunday is spent rotting in anxiousness for the approaching Monday.
There is literally not a day in my life besides semester breaks and seasonal holidays (which are mostly spent procrastinating guiltily on my "holiday homework" and then paying for it dearly on the last day of break) where I've felt satisfied enough with where I am to firmly and confidently say "yeah, this feels right." Everything feels so frustratingly uncertain. It's been drilled into mine and the people of my generation's heads that the recipe for a life of happiness is as easy as "study hard, get a job, and pay for the things that make you happy, with leftover for a good retirement." Even people with PhDs are having trouble with getting work! Everyone's getting replaced with shitty A.I that doesn't even do the job right.
The only reason I've willed myself to come this far and making last-minute decisions and strategies for my future is because death didnt decide to come for me when I was 12 and not when I was 17. I don't want to fuck up my life again by living too in-the-moment as if death is guaranteed the next minute and suddenly I blink and I'm hospitalised for life and 10 times more miserable than where I was before, but it feels so pointless if all of this preparation just means fuck all in the end and I'll just die like a bug squashed under some asshole's shoe.