/lit/ - Literature

So you can't counter this in any way can you? Why bother doing anything if there is no long-term in it for you and only a return to nothingness, the loss of the identity that you've cultivated for years upon years? I'm perplexed at how we continue to move despite there being a chance of us randomly ceasing to exist - at any time, at any moment and all progress goes to waste afterwards.

This is a win for jaded nihilists and/or momentary hedonists, but a loss for people who want to continue living and seeing what the world has in store. I like who I've become over the years, why must I quit functioning and denounce all that I've ever considered as beautiful? Life is a cruel experiment in which you have to delude yourself into thinking that there is a higher purpose for us and a stress-free afterlife, but in the actual reality that we reside in and after that, we're insignificant.

There's been a thousand threads on the book and subject, yes, but I'd like to see different responses and opinions, and if there's people who are willing to put in the effort to convince me that doing nothing is wrong. Could there truly be more? Can a man truly be happy with Thanatos standing right beside him at all times?