Bro everyday for me is a pain in the ass. My death will have no meaning or impact because nobody would notice or care. I genuinely wish I was never here in the first place.

It's scary. It's frustrating. It's lonely. But at the same time human beings are crappy so ahh.

I'm just a sad boy who's upset life didn't turn out great as envisioned as a child. Bad genetics. Ugly. Not likebale. Not fuckable. Low self esteem. I'm tired, boss.

It doesn't matter.

I noticed a lot of people here are negative and pessimistic about the current state of the world and humanity, but if life has no purpose, then what's the point of being upset instead of finding humor in the absurdity? As far as we know, we only live once, so might as well make the most of it by enjoying the show.

EVERYONE knows how bad Humanity can actually be! It doesn’t surprise anyone as to why Humans will always suck we destroy everything and only reward The Evil! For a Species we deserve extinction none of us wouldn’t have any problems if Humanity just didn’t exist for a Species we deserve extinction!

My friend of 5-6 years and I were on a phone call last night and I made a point about how I won’t be close friends with someone who follows a faith because I don’t. (Which shouldn’t be an outlandish thing to say.) She proceeded to go off on me basically saying she doesn’t trust anyone who doesn’t at least follow a higher power or believes we are here for some greater meaning.

This same friend: is heavily addicted to weed specifically pens, disregarded my suicide attempt, and never is open to talk about other people’s mental health struggles (which we believe it’s because she can’t handle that everyone else is struggling too so there’s no hope for her).

Just looking for your thoughts on this, perspectives would help.

I know most of you have since the world is full of dumb ass people and us as nihilists here on this subreddit are very intelligent with critical thinking

"Die wahre Erlösung liegt in der Verneinung des Willens und der völligen Abkehr von allen Lüsten und Begierden."

"True redemption lies in the denial of the will and the complete turning away from all pleasures and desires."

- Arthur Schopenhauer

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Everyday i wake up with this sorrow, knowing that I’m going into a job I despise, to do what exactly? Nothing of worth. I pay bills, entertain myself on my time off and go back to work.. no prospects, no vision for a future. When I think about what I’ll be in 10 years  I picture a hole in the ground. And yet I get home, I lay down, and I have a roof over my head, food to eat, a loving girlfriend, etc etc… so much I’m taking for granted. When I think of all the family I’m losing in my shitty 3rd world country of origin I feel guilty.. when I think of all the kids dying of starvation I feel guilty. When I think anything in my life matters whatsoever I feel guilty..
why would I possibly want more when I have everything I should need right here right now..

“I’m so lucky, yet I forget I’m still hungry, for the future”.

Alas, that’s not our nature, we always crave more, that’s how we get the billionaires of the world, still longing for diamonds while having a fortune to last the rest of their life and the life of the next 1,000 people in their bloodline. We all judge them as the monsters they are but in the same position I’m sure I’d do the same.
Often I’ve been told how much of a good person I am, the people I help, the ones that love me, I hear it all the time and it makes me wonder what good really is if I fit the category.. I’m a total piece of shit, selfish beyond belief, hateful, spiteful, full of lust and gluttony. Then I realized, it’s all of us. Every single one of us is terrible in our own right, for all our potential we are all capable of being the monsters we read about. The Stanford prison experiment was conducted on normal dudes, slave owners were just regular guys capable of love and caring, even now we have a masked armed militia wrangling up children and destroying families and they’re just regular dudes, capable of all sorts of loving and hateful things.
And even if you tried to argue that not everyone is like that then what? We’re just supposed to live among the people who are? Atleast a third of this country is openly okay with that kind of hate and destruction, am I supposed to believe they’re all monsters? Just stay away from them? If we’re not all like that then what exactly is the solution considering those who are like that always inevitably end up in positions of power anyway? We’re Doomed regardless. The good die young and poor.

I often think about leaving everything. Every comfort I’ve ever known, every safety net, this damned city. I think about packing up all my things without a plan and driving into some distant horizon where I’ll have no choice but to be on my own, survive or die.. make a living on my own, earn my existence, DO SOMETHING WITH THIS LIFE… yet I’m a coward.

So I’ll continue to live in my misery until I inevitably put one  in my head and complete my self fulfilling prophecy of being a pathetic waste of space, amounting to nothing of much worth.
Not out of sadness but out of a realization that life just isn’t worth living.. it’s all momentary bliss followed by indefinite suffering. Where the measure of success seems to be being a wage slave and creating offspring to bring into this misery and create their own loop of misery.  Where every good effort one could make will be inevitably overshadowed by some cartoon villain with infinite money. Where all roads lead to suffering.. maybe once my trip to rock bottom is complete I’ll finally leave it all behind and spend my last days just seeing what this country has to offer besides misery, before my funds run out and I’m reminded that the only worth I’ll ever have is as a slave to a system I was never meant to fit into. Always the boy with broken hope. A miracle child, who survived a miraculous premature birth just to end it all knowing it was all for nothing. The tears my loved ones will cry will be lost to time like I will. That’s the peace I want.. to not exist.

I often think about God.. Maybe I’m just meant to be a BlissfulDoomer aware and appreciative of the beauty and potential of the world, but resigned to the fact that the evil forces at play are more powerful and our imminent destruction is the only true outcome of our path, a lesson for a future species perhaps.. maybe we will be the fossils others will find to guide their less toxic and consuming species. I know there is no future for us, but perhaps the beauty in my life is enough, perhaps I live my life just enjoying what I can, appreciating it all before we collapse on our own greed. Maybe we are just the failed science project of a creator just trying to find out what true potential is .. if that were so we would be the last experiment before the breakthrough, the last failed subjects before the creator has their eureka moment and finally figured it out. . So close to being, something beautiful, but not quite right.. infested with destruction that consumes all beauty. Best thing to do now is throw us away, and start over with the new lessons, because we… we just don’t deserve what we’ve been given 

EVERYONE knows the usual The Wicked prosper and The Righteous suffer! We Humans love to love and value good people but despite us knowing the benefits and value of having Good People in our Species along with Kindness and Compassion! And yet despite all of that Humans refuse to reward them! Yet in favor of the Evil because of that why bother being a Good Person for an Evil Species?

Каждую ночь я думаю о том чего не хочу у меня появляются странные мысли я не делюсь ими но каждый раз они звучат заманчиво я не когда не видел будущего я никогда не думал что из меня что получится и я не знаю что делать я зашел на редит чтобы выговорить все что накипело и не знаю будет или еще посты или он будет последним .

I was wandering through life, trying to live the lives that every human being who ever existed on Earth once lived—in different races, countries, cultures, and centuries. I succeeded. I experienced life from countless human perspectives. I have felt their joy, nostalgia, grief, suffering, and hopelessness.

Every single one of them was trying to give life a different meaning. Some copied the meaning of others. Some created their own. Some rejected the very idea of existence. Yet every one of them became enslaved by the meaning they chose. And some were not even given a choice; they were forced to accept a meaning imposed upon them.

But how can one give meaning to life solely through life itself?

Perhaps one must still give life their own meaning, despite being spiteful, miserable, sluggish, or ecstatic. In the end, what we choose as our meaning may be subtle and insignificant to some, yet heaven itself to others.

Why would you want to bring an innocent soul into this world? Shouldn't you want it to end with you?

I don't really know this guy fedora but I I came across this quote while scrolling in TikTok and it really opened my eyes, and made me think? Are there already people living life this subconsciously, without choice. The first thing that came to mind was children, From a young age there told theese lies in order to make the little things better, Santa,tooth fairy, etc. All this lying to make life seem like a paradise just for one day for it all to fall apart and as they grow it dosen't get better it just starts to become familiar. from the day your born to maybe 11 all you've known was lies but one day somebody tells you " Santas not real" you go home and ask your parents they tell the truth it feels like a part of you just shattered the guy you've know since you were born who would come every year the same time is just fake. and this just continues and I think that a lot of adults now a days can compare this quote to their daily life. One day this lying comes to an end and you just become unhappy knowing the worse and sure some things may get better but in the back of your mind as you sit down to start working you still wish in the back of your mind to be a little fool living in the paradise your parents created for you. [ IF YOU READ THIS I WANT YOU TO RESPOND WITH YOUR OPNION ON THIS QOUTE AND WRITE ABOUT WHAT IS TRULY MEANS TO YOU AND SEE IF YOUR LVING THIS LIFE]

"Life is sacred", that has been earnestly implied by many philosophers and sages.

If life is living, living is life...

Is it the mind, that forms/grasps/scrutinizes the source of patterns,

which forms as "meanings", adding conformity to it,

and thus, when there is another pattern, that acts as an adversary to any of these manufactured patterns/meanings, that go against,

is what triggers the anguish?

Is it the meaning(s), that is antagonistic to the meaning(s), certainly the cause of suffering?

Based on this rationale, the mind is like an extension that is added to a life form, that is capable of inducing perpetuating conflict to itself and others.

Or can this vulnerable mind, that is bereft of comprehending the actuality of reality, of what is, and what is not, contemplate on what or how the life is sacred?

Link to other "invasion" take on the same post: https://www.reddit.com/r/HighStrangeness/comments/1x6ewnn/a_malevolent_invasion_theory/

What are your thoughts on hedonism as a nihiliist?

So,all I want to say is that

Life is to live

Not complicating it

Well why we should be living a life which is set by others a rule i feel like for example:Getting married, Having babies, achievement

We can just live,exist,experience the life the way we want it to be,rather than by someone's else definition

That's all I wanna say

Let's all heal!

Am I alone in this, or is it just the inevitable progression of chronic nihilism?

To be clear, I don't want to die. But I understand that it's the only way out of a pointless, mundane, miserable existence. I feel in my heart that there's nothing more after this - that death is even more insignificant than life.

There's nothing wrong with pursuing goals and dreams that bring you happiness and commentment. Your "virtuous goals" or whatever fancy label you want to put on your search for dopamine (because that's what it really comes down to. Chemicals in your brain). Your goals are more meaningful than the hedonistic degenerate or the drug addict or porn star, right?

Even though these things lack inherent meaning and value. There's nothing wrong with attributing subjective value and meaning to things we're literally determined to pursue. But don't become conceited and think your endeavors are superior to others.

I'm not one of those who believes that nihilism should discourage a person from pursuing the things they want. Life lacks inherent meaning and value, but that doesn't mean you cannot pursue the things that make your existence less unbearable.

So, what's the problem?

I've realized that the short-lived pleasure I get from every endeavor or will get from achieving the things I've always desired or ought to pursue in life aren't worth the effort. Maybe I'm just an apathetic depressed muppet. But to me, the amount of pleasure I'd get from getting everything I've ever wanted isn't rewarding enough to incentivize a genuine pursuit of those things. I believe our brains trick us into believing that when we "get there" or "get that thing" or "that person", we will be happy, but the truth is that it's an evolutationarily necessary illusion that was crucial for our survival. After orgasming, I recognized the futility of these endeavors and the things we pedestalize to keep us getting out of bed in the morning. Love, sex, relationships, goals, and everything we are programmed to pursuit, is a waste. What's the purpose? To feel good? We live in a world where it's never been easier to engage in highly stimulating activities with little to almost no effort. I've become very disillusioned with the concept of a traditional life. Finishing college, getting a job, settling down, getting married, a few vacations once or twice a year. I'm literally a Google search away from getting that pleasure. "But those things are more virtuous" "It's not just about pleasure." it is though. Everything is reduced to your brain's craving for a release of these "feel good" chemicals in your brain whether that's from a drug addiction, porn, doomscrolling, working out, studying, hanging out with friends, or landing your dream job and developing healty relatinships.

I'm not telling you to stop pursuing those things and just lie in bed. I'm saying that I don't see the point. I've been in relationships and connected with people on a deep level, but honestly. I can get the same pleasure and temporary relief from watching porn. The only thing that make real intimacy better is that it boosts my fragile self-esteem. Physical touch is also quite soothing. I like massages, but I can still get a similar thrill while rotting in bed.

I genuinely feel like a pizza, some weed, and good music would give me more pleasure than any pretentious, stuck-up, virtuous, morally superior, cultivated goal and ambition I can think of.

Don't tell me "It's because you're pursuing pleasure while not practicing gratitue. You should also focus on finding meaning in small things in life". Enough of that. Pleasure comes in different forms, but it's all just a hedonistic pursuit because every single action and endeavor can be reduced to your brain being compelled to seek out actions that release different kinds of neurotransmitters, which doesn't make it less virtuous because there is no objevtive value.

The reason why I cannot continue to go on isn't because everything I have and will do, lack intrinsic value and meaning, but because the reward is just so underwhelming.

I honestly think eating a pizza and smoking some weed while watching your favorite show with some music playing on the speakers is one of the most rational things you can do. Enjoyment without the endless pursuit of a virtuous goal that ends up not even giving you half the enjoyment that a futile activity would do.

I'm not writing this to justify the trashy lifestyle you assume I'm living. I live a normal life. I go to college, hang out with friends, read books, and do normal stuff, never even done drugs and don't drink, but I'm starting to feel like what I'm doing and the traditional life I ought to pursue is meaninglessness masking as virtue.

If every endevaor and desire is reduced to chemicals in my brain, then why not just spend a lifetime in bed and just give into my crippling porn addiction.

Every man is a slave to his own logic. Many people think that only their own perspective can be correct. However, the reality is that a perspective is based on a chosen methodology. Yet people still think of their own perspective as the “objective” one.

There are many types of logic, and they can coexist. All of them can be “correct” in their own way.

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We experience reality as a series of events driven by actions mostly beyond our ability to control. Our reactions influence their outcomes, creating a cascade of interconnected consequences far too complex to predict with certainty.

Our lives become a collection of those consequences, to which we often react poorly through impulsive decisions, arrogance, assumptions, or plain ignorance. Sometimes the longest-lasting effects come from choices made so long ago we don't even remember making them.

But we persist and survive to learn from our mistakes. Failure teaches us life's lessons, while pain ensures we don't so easily forget. If we pay close enough attention, we can gain insight from observing and experiencing the outcomes of those consequences, learning to avoid the ones that cost us the most. As the present fades into the past, hindsight becomes clearer when closely examined, and we begin to recognize the relationship between our choices and their consequences.

Just as circumstances restrict our choices by limiting our options, ego can become an obstacle to understanding. When ignorance is treated as an injury, it obscures the path to the knowledge needed to replace it. The gaps in what we know are bridged by assumptions to maintain a sense of continuity. As we build knowledge around them, the foundation of that knowledge is compromised. We must keep an open mind and honestly face what we are missing. When rigid beliefs are so deeply rooted they become the foundation of identity, a different opinion can feel like a declaration of war.

What opens the path is the willingness to honestly examine our own logic and understanding in order to separate beliefs from truths. When we release our grip on certainty and honestly reflect on the outcomes of those choices and how they might have been changed, wisdom is attained. Sometimes that wisdom gives us a little foresight. When appropriately applied, it allows us a greater degree of influence in steering our lives toward more favorable outcomes. If we are truly fortunate, that wisdom will help guide us toward enlightenment.

Wisdom can improve our choices, but it cannot promise their outcomes. We begin to understand that how we perceive an experience shapes how we respond to it, especially where wisdom alone is not enough. As our understanding and acceptance of ourselves and the world around us deepen, we no longer feel the need to avoid every negative consequence or cling to the certainty that wisdom guarantees a predicted outcome.

Instead, we begin to recognize the advantage of altering our experience of reality not by denying its existence, but by consciously choosing what meaning, if any, we assign to negative outcomes. As we learn to shape our interpretation of the world and practice this approach, we become more balanced and better able to remain at peace through difficult experiences.

In a world such as ours we can never remove ourselves from suffering; we must remove suffering from ourselves. It can never be completely eliminated, and we must learn to accept that not everything is meant to be controlled. Misery grows with desperation as energy is wasted on attempts to influence outcomes beyond what we control. It's the uncertainty of an unknown future that keeps us reaching for tomorrow.

That uncertainty is not a flaw in life; it is the ground we stand on. In time, we may come to see that order does not emerge from chaos; it is the harmony found within it. Chaos can never be controlled, only constrained, and even that at times remains uncertain.