i mean it’s not me trying to be edgy it’s just how i interpret life. i find it way more easy to believe that a mixture of elements/conditions was able to foster life, then overtime evolution ran it’s course rather than being created by some all knowing / seeing being

i wish that was the case, because then it would make the afterlife more appealing, but so far, as far as i unfortunately think, when you’re dead, you cease to exist and that’s it

yeah, mindless processes producing... life

no different than God-of-the-gaps reasoning

Terrible

S*** pains me bro

@op if you judge morality/value based purely on consequence than sure, eventually everything turns to dust and all our efforts are in vain. But moment to moment people experience things, they suffer and they feel pleasure, and if you based morality on what sentient beings feel moment to moment while they are alive then everything matters. Why do things have to last in order for them to have meaning?

True

But you can still find a subjective meaning that makes your life worth it to yourself.
It doesn't make a difference in the grand scheme of things, but it does for this brief moment you are here

Also, the fact we are literally the universe being self-conscious of itself is kinda crazy and awesome

I dunno, I always see it as you can either go full Cioran, humanity should just choose to die out, existence is futile and painful
Or you can go Camus and embrace the absurdity of it all and choose to rebel in the face of nothingness and death, accept life for all it is
I prefer Camus, life is too good not to imo tbh

yea man idk lol

I used to be very scared of dying, OP. Mortified. From the moment I realized my fate when I was 6, I remember having a panic attack on a beach. Life felt so precious and so fun. The thought of never being able to experience it and ceasing to exist used to send me spiraling. From the time I was 6 up through college. Whenever the thought creeped into my head, I would feel utter fear. I couldn't shake it. I would literally get up and start going for runs to get my mind off of it. I never wanted to lose the life I had. Then in 2021, my life took a turn for the absolute worst. I lost everything I valued. My love, my extended family start falling apart, my closest aunt died. For the first time ever in 22 years of living, I legitimately wanted to die. The thought of dying sounded like a reprieve and not like a tragedy. I say all this to say, I've been on both sides of the coin. I've loved life to the point of never wanting to let go and not being able to grasp the concept of a finality. I've lost it all and hurt so much that I couldn't grasp going on and saw life as a pointless joke. Through that though, I've gained a sense of freedom. Yes, we are going to die and nothing matters, but how exciting is that? Nothing matters. Any time I have fear of doing something, any time I doubt myself, any time I want to postpone something, I remind myself of this. It set me free and the fact that everything is pointless is now the most comforting thought.

yall gon be big tight when u die an see god with a long ass sheet of paper like yea you going to hell bro

LMFAOOOOO

all this pain cause of a cosmic accident? finna blow new jersey up

this how i always thought

To be the eyes, ears, and consciousness of the creator of the universe. You fool

well obviously

it aint about the beginning or the end nigga

its about the moment. JUST BE DAWG. it's okay... make ur time here well spent by doing what u feel is worth it, nevermind s*** we'll never see

by the time the sun explodes we'll be posted up as an orb of energy in supreme kai world

What's the point of anything?

Do what u wanna do.

If you don't wanna do anything then

Find something

Go help them out then

Real shyt

im just here so i wont get fined

I think for anyone who doesn't believe in higher purpose (like myself) there comes a point where you have to accept that the only actual meaning in life is the meaning you give it yourself

Finding comfort in that is what's given me a more preferred outlook the last few years

Cope take

Nothing has to make sense

Funny how people would consider us being here a cosmic accident but then turn around and question if a god might exist. Both would be definition of damn near miracles.

Both seem just as unlikely to me. Or just as likely however you wanna look at it.

The start of life was an accident but life since that point wasn’t, i don’t buy it.

It's lit