
Oblivion Access
I don't know anything
- Jul 5, 2019
- 333
It saddens me to see so many sufferers here are plagued with self-loathing, especially given you lot are probably kinder and more sensitive to injustice than the average person (and certainly less lucky on the neurochemical diceroll). I, too, have hated myself for the longest - for my addictions, people I've hurt, inability to function as an adult, what have you.
However, recently I've had the dubious honour of fully realising we all really are naught but puppets on a string - all of our behaviour is determined by genetics and environment among other factors outside our control (Robert Sapolsky does a great job of explaining this). Everything in life is luck based. Every damn thing.
I am no more commendable for my insight or to blame for my laziness than an entrepreneur is to laud for being hard working or a serial killer to curse for their urges to kill. Blame and praise alike make no real sense. In light of this I find it illogical to hate any individual (which does little to stop anyone feeling hate, alas) as the highest of the high and the lowest of the low are both product of their circumstances.
Nobody would choose to be homeless, a drug addict, emotionally volatile or unable to fulfil their obligations. So why hate myself for being these things? Hate behaviours and phenomena, not people (though you all have the right to hate anyone who wronged you, justifiably more often than not). Life, evolution, DNA, sentience, these are the real villains from which all misery spreads forth, of which we all are victims.
In light of all this knowledge, I see no greater act of self-love I could grant myself, but to exit a life I never asked for peacefully, on my terms. Love to you all, my fellow sentient beings. May you find respite.
However, recently I've had the dubious honour of fully realising we all really are naught but puppets on a string - all of our behaviour is determined by genetics and environment among other factors outside our control (Robert Sapolsky does a great job of explaining this). Everything in life is luck based. Every damn thing.
I am no more commendable for my insight or to blame for my laziness than an entrepreneur is to laud for being hard working or a serial killer to curse for their urges to kill. Blame and praise alike make no real sense. In light of this I find it illogical to hate any individual (which does little to stop anyone feeling hate, alas) as the highest of the high and the lowest of the low are both product of their circumstances.
Nobody would choose to be homeless, a drug addict, emotionally volatile or unable to fulfil their obligations. So why hate myself for being these things? Hate behaviours and phenomena, not people (though you all have the right to hate anyone who wronged you, justifiably more often than not). Life, evolution, DNA, sentience, these are the real villains from which all misery spreads forth, of which we all are victims.
In light of all this knowledge, I see no greater act of self-love I could grant myself, but to exit a life I never asked for peacefully, on my terms. Love to you all, my fellow sentient beings. May you find respite.