/lit/ - Literature

Think of someone you know personally in your life.

Now take away their job, how they earn money, just pretend like they didn't have a job anymore. Who are they? What's really left? I don't mean are they funny, are they good at advice, are they good looking. I mean what else is there in their life that they have to do with themselves? What else is there for them to spend their time on? I think the answer for most people would be "nothing that important". Bit of tv, maybe reading, gardening, some mediocre landscape painting. So what's my point? Well, now think of the person who has never worked and never wanted to. Not the chavvy benefits leeches, I mean NEETs and recluse's and such. People who want nothing to do with society. And imagine they had no great talent in anything either, they weren't particularly any good at anything artistic or involving creativity. They weren't exceptional at math or engineering, they had no great commentaries they wanted people to read. They're just this person who exists and doesn't really want to do anything but keep existing.

Now realise that 99.99999999999% of humanity is comprised of these two groups. The average people who require social interaction so much they NEED to work and the average people who reject social interaction they CAN'T work. Then sitting atop them all is a tiny amount of extremely talented actors, singers, politicians, engineers, lawyers, bankers, military generals etc. So the NEETs torture themselves because they think "I'm different, I'll reach those heights with the power of my mind, somehow I'll do something meaningful with my life" and the workers think "I'm different, I'll reach those heights through hard work, someone will notice my efforts" and the people at the top think the same fucking shit and they're sat there in their $30,000,000 mansion on their designer sofa with all the money in the world and they become incredibly depressed. Because they realise there's no escape in life, you're born, you suffer, you die. Famous people kill themselves all the fucking time, and the ones that don't are usually doped up to their eyeballs on the hardest shit around.

Stop looking for answers when life provides precisely none. There is no deeper meaning, there is no deeper experience, there is nothing waiting out there for you. Whether you kill yourself now or wait to die in 60 years doesn't change a thing, you won't feel different about it at all. There is nothing. NOTHING. It just IS. There's no why, there's no for who, there's no "oh but what about". Nobody on this earth isn't afraid.

Do you honestly believe you possess free will?