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This has been on my mind lately. Whenever I see people die from accidents, people who just want to achieve their dreams, it came to me the question of “Then what’s the point of life if you’re just going to die like that, regardless of how ambitious you are?” Of course, this may seem like the typical cynical question like “What’s the point of life if we’re going to die anyway”—they may be similar, but the former is driven by exasperation rather than nihilism.
I’m exasperated because, for instance, I worked my ass off to save one million dollars, then at the end of the day, someone will steal it, and it’s not because of my stupidity or carelessness, but simply because of my misfortune. Then what’s the point of working your ass off? All those efforts became all for naught. And this isn’t something that makes you wiser or smarter or stronger, it just literally wastes your money. And time.
I’m exasperated (once again) that there’s actually an unnecessary failure that doesn’t make you wiser or smarter or even stronger—that it only wastes your time and energy. They say failure is key to success—but actually, it’s not anymore at this point, unless that failure is really necessary that can make you grow as a person. If it’s unnecessary, then it doesn’t do anything for you.
(And they say that there’s no such thing as failure—well, until exams and quizzes came. Sure, you can grow if you fail in life, but if you fail in grades, that failure is absolute.)
I’m also starting to believe that working hard doesn’t necessarily make you successful. All advices are not guaranteed. When I had this revelation, I became somewhat tired. A bit hopeless—as much as I hate to admit it. I’m not anxious or depressed—just annoyed. You can’t help but be annoyed at the fact that sometimes extremely lazy people live longer than extremely ambitious people—kind of like bad people live longer than good people, but that’s a shallow analogy. And those extremely lazy people will think like “I may not have ambitions, but at least I’m alive!”
And speaking of good people, I think going to heaven earlier is just a big cope. Not that I’m disrespecting religion or whatever, but I’m starting to think that it’s just a way for us to feel better about misfortune. That God has chosen us to be unlucky for some greater purpose. The uncomfortable truth is that the universe doesn’t actually care whether you’re dead or not.
Of course, I wouldn’t be saying this if I were poor. If I were poor, I’d only worry about food and water—not the truth about the existence of life or whatever. I told this to my friend, and he said that “I should live in the now, and not worry about the past and future”—sure, that’s sound advice, but I just can’t help overthink about this stuff.
I’m just exasperated.
All the things I learned started to become false, making me have my own judgments about life. Indeed, the world is not fixed—and that’ll surely annoy math lovers. One last quote that I want to drop in here: “You have your way. I have my way. And for the right and correct way, it does not exist,” quoth Friedrich Nietzsche. But another one of my friends disagree with the last sentence since she pointed out that “why do laws and the Ten Commandments exist if the right and correct way doesn’t exist?”
Well.
That’s for you to find out.
P.S. Life is pointless. But that’s okay.
Another P.S. I need to learn Stoicism to cope with this stuff.
I’m exasperated because, for instance, I worked my ass off to save one million dollars, then at the end of the day, someone will steal it, and it’s not because of my stupidity or carelessness, but simply because of my misfortune. Then what’s the point of working your ass off? All those efforts became all for naught. And this isn’t something that makes you wiser or smarter or stronger, it just literally wastes your money. And time.
I’m exasperated (once again) that there’s actually an unnecessary failure that doesn’t make you wiser or smarter or even stronger—that it only wastes your time and energy. They say failure is key to success—but actually, it’s not anymore at this point, unless that failure is really necessary that can make you grow as a person. If it’s unnecessary, then it doesn’t do anything for you.
(And they say that there’s no such thing as failure—well, until exams and quizzes came. Sure, you can grow if you fail in life, but if you fail in grades, that failure is absolute.)
I’m also starting to believe that working hard doesn’t necessarily make you successful. All advices are not guaranteed. When I had this revelation, I became somewhat tired. A bit hopeless—as much as I hate to admit it. I’m not anxious or depressed—just annoyed. You can’t help but be annoyed at the fact that sometimes extremely lazy people live longer than extremely ambitious people—kind of like bad people live longer than good people, but that’s a shallow analogy. And those extremely lazy people will think like “I may not have ambitions, but at least I’m alive!”
And speaking of good people, I think going to heaven earlier is just a big cope. Not that I’m disrespecting religion or whatever, but I’m starting to think that it’s just a way for us to feel better about misfortune. That God has chosen us to be unlucky for some greater purpose. The uncomfortable truth is that the universe doesn’t actually care whether you’re dead or not.
Of course, I wouldn’t be saying this if I were poor. If I were poor, I’d only worry about food and water—not the truth about the existence of life or whatever. I told this to my friend, and he said that “I should live in the now, and not worry about the past and future”—sure, that’s sound advice, but I just can’t help overthink about this stuff.
I’m just exasperated.
All the things I learned started to become false, making me have my own judgments about life. Indeed, the world is not fixed—and that’ll surely annoy math lovers. One last quote that I want to drop in here: “You have your way. I have my way. And for the right and correct way, it does not exist,” quoth Friedrich Nietzsche. But another one of my friends disagree with the last sentence since she pointed out that “why do laws and the Ten Commandments exist if the right and correct way doesn’t exist?”
Well.
That’s for you to find out.
P.S. Life is pointless. But that’s okay.
Another P.S. I need to learn Stoicism to cope with this stuff.