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>>23431762
>If you lost an arm you're a product of that so preferring that it never happened is preferring that "you" never existed.

You're a retarded dwarf riding a horse too big for you. Regretting a mistake doesn't amount to regretting your own existence. Let's suppose you lost your finger because you put it into some hinge (door, chair, metro door, whatever). Then you better regret losing that finger, at least in the form of identifying the mistake you made so that it doesn't happen again. No point in embarking onto that grandiloquent ride about amor fati.

This whole amor fati bullshit is just a cope for people teetering on the edge of nihilism (and reading Nietzsche, you know how well this rings true). They’re so close to admitting that life’s a meaningless shitshow that they have to pull this mental gymnastics routine to avoid falling into the abyss. So instead of facing the void, they dress up their fuck-ups and tragedies as some grand narrative they’re destined to embrace.

>Imagine standing there with your mangled hand, blood dripping down your arm, and instead of thinking, "I better not do that again," you're all like, "Oh, this is my destiny, I must embrace it."

It’s a desperate bid to find meaning where there probably isn’t any, and it’s as transparent as a tranny’s fishnets.