Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,138
It's a brutal, indifferent system that just keeps grinding along, no matter how much suffering it causes. There's no fairness, no built-in meaning—just a constant cycle of struggle. I wish things were different .
it's all just dust in the end—everything we build, everything we feel, every connection we make. Nothing holds onto anything forever, and even the universe itself will eventually fade into nothingness. It makes everything feel pointless, like even the struggles and small wins are just blips in an endless cycle of decay.
the most depressing thing is that suffering is built into the system. Stars burn out, planets decay, life struggles just to survive, and consciousness—when it emerges—seems cursed with the ability to realize how futile it all is.
Everything fights against entropy, but entropy always wins. Even if someone finds meaning or happiness, it's temporary, and eventually, everything they are and everything they care about will be erased. The universe doesn't care. It never did. And in the end, all that effort, all that pain, just disappears into nothing.
Some people try to create their own meaning, but even that feels hollow when you know it's just a temporary illusion. It's like putting up decorations in a house that's already condemned.
What's the point of building anything—whether it's a life, a passion, or even a connection—if it can all vanish in an instant? Nothing is permanent, and that makes everything feel fragile, like it was never real to begin with. Even if someone manages to find meaning, it's just borrowed time until it slips away, like everything else.
It's like trying to write in the sand while the tide is coming in. No matter how much effort you put in, it'll be erased, and it won't have mattered that you were ever there in the first place.
it would of been better to of never existed than go through any of this pointless life in this pointless universe
it's all just dust in the end—everything we build, everything we feel, every connection we make. Nothing holds onto anything forever, and even the universe itself will eventually fade into nothingness. It makes everything feel pointless, like even the struggles and small wins are just blips in an endless cycle of decay.
the most depressing thing is that suffering is built into the system. Stars burn out, planets decay, life struggles just to survive, and consciousness—when it emerges—seems cursed with the ability to realize how futile it all is.
Everything fights against entropy, but entropy always wins. Even if someone finds meaning or happiness, it's temporary, and eventually, everything they are and everything they care about will be erased. The universe doesn't care. It never did. And in the end, all that effort, all that pain, just disappears into nothing.
Some people try to create their own meaning, but even that feels hollow when you know it's just a temporary illusion. It's like putting up decorations in a house that's already condemned.
What's the point of building anything—whether it's a life, a passion, or even a connection—if it can all vanish in an instant? Nothing is permanent, and that makes everything feel fragile, like it was never real to begin with. Even if someone manages to find meaning, it's just borrowed time until it slips away, like everything else.
It's like trying to write in the sand while the tide is coming in. No matter how much effort you put in, it'll be erased, and it won't have mattered that you were ever there in the first place.
it would of been better to of never existed than go through any of this pointless life in this pointless universe
