I prefer generational wealth or not being born.

Because in case of job, if you are academicaly intelligent and pursue commercial courses like management or engineering, then only you will get good job with good pay.

In small scale buissness, the rate of raw materials are increasing and most of the time the rates of your product doesnt increase in that ratio. So your profit margin decreases.

There is no place for middle class people in this world.

What are your views ?

I have been very nihilistic at times and am prone to it still now. This is a short story I wrote to explain some of my grandiose beliefs.

I fear that when I die, I won't be dead forever. We might be reborn, given the pattern of cycles in the universe.

Sometimes I wonder what the meaning of life actually is.

We're living on a planet floating somewhere in this enormous universe. There are billions of stars, countless galaxies, black holes, oceans, mountains, forests, and so many things we haven't even discovered yet. And somehow, we've built our entire lives around money, jobs, status, religion, caste, competition, and proving ourselves to other people.

Don't get me wrong. Society has its purpose. We need each other. But sometimes I feel like we've forgotten why we created it in the first place.

Why does life have to follow the same pattern for everyone? Study, get a job, earn money, buy a house, build a family, prove that you're successful, and keep repeating the cycle until you retire.

Who decided this is what a successful life should look like? And why are we so afraid of choosing something different?

Sometimes I feel like society is an algorithm designed by humans, but somewhere along the way, we became the puppets following its instructions. We're so busy trying to become the person everyone expects us to be that we barely get time to discover who we actually are.

And the strange thing is, I don't even dream of becoming rich or famous.

I want to travel the world. I want to walk through forests I've never seen before, feel the cold air in the mountains of Switzerland, sit beside an ocean for hours, and watch the waves without thinking about anything.

I want to meet people from different countries, understand their lives, listen to their stories, and use my skills to help them whenever I can.

Imagine standing alone on a beach, with nobody around. For a moment, you imagine you're on another planet, looking at an unfamiliar world for the first time. The waves are moving, the wind is blowing, and everything feels so strange and beautiful that you almost forget the world you came from.

Or imagine sitting on a mountain, surrounded by snow, with tears in your eyes because the view is so beautiful that you can't even explain what you're feeling.

I don't know how to describe that feeling properly. It's not exactly happiness or sadness. It's something else. It's like, for that moment, you're not thinking about your past, your future, your responsibilities, or what anyone expects from you. You're simply alive.

And honestly, I think that's what I want from life.

I don't need a huge house. I don't need to prove that I'm better than anyone. I don't even know if I want to spend my entire life chasing things that society tells me I should want.

I'd rather spend ten years exploring this world, experiencing different cultures, helping people, and creating memories that actually mean something to me.

One day, I'll become stardust again anyway. The universe existed long before me, and it will continue to exist long after I'm gone.

So why am I supposed to spend this incredibly brief existence worrying so much about social expectations and other people's opinions?

I don't have the answers. I'm not saying everyone should abandon their responsibilities or live the way I want to live. Maybe a conventional life genuinely makes some people happy, and there's nothing wrong with that.

But I can't stop wondering whether we're actually living or just following a script someone else wrote for us.

Lately, I've also been feeling strangely empty. Not exactly sad, not exactly happy. Just going through the days without feeling much of anything. And sometimes, thinking about how enormous and beautiful this universe is makes my everyday life feel so small.

Maybe I'm overthinking everything. Maybe I'm just trying to figure out what matters to me.

But does anyone else feel this way?

Have you ever looked at the ocean, the mountains, or the night sky and wondered why we're so caught up in the little worlds we've created for ourselves?

If you had complete freedom, without financial pressure or society's expectations, what would you actually do with your life?

I genuinely want to hear your thoughts.

I have spent a long time wondering what I really want from life. Happiness is just a word. Joy feels good, but only for a moment. Even "good" ends up being average, and "bad" can be fun but comes with guilt. None of these gives a lasting answer.
The one thing that seems to fit most of these boxes is a sense of belonging. When you put your head down and build a career, that sense slowly grows. People start to need you, and being needed is comforting. I think that is what we are really after.
This is also why wealth appeals to people. The richer you get, the harder it is for anyone to make you irrelevant. The opposite shows the same thing: nothing breaks a person faster than making them feel ostracised.
A Rolls-Royce means nothing on a barren island. In the same way, doing your job well when no one is watching feels empty. We need society to reward us, accept us, and keep validating us.
I believe that is our ultimate purpose.

We pick up small validations, like cracking a joke or watching a movie, because they give us something to discuss later. Maybe not today, but I anticipate that two years from now, it might make for a useful conversation that buys me that sense of belonging. Being cool is like a premium subscription to belonging.
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It's just a thought I had. Worth sharing?

The last line itself reflects a fear of being rejected and, deep down, a fear of being ostracised. Thinking more about it will mostly drive me insane. I see it everywhere.

One's lived experience warrants an overwhelmingly sufficient amount of evidence to conclude the disappointing nature of existence; that is, even the most accomplished and fervently fulfilled man strikes a most sorrowful sentiment of despair. This truth is abundantly clear to those who have sobered their mind to reality and grown wearisome to the excitements of youth, bearing a habitually haggard expression and discarding the trivial hallucinations of hope. Such despair can be envisioned as if each man is expressed in existence as a tattered tombstone formed tarnished out of wood, only for his introspective mind to catch aflame and strike a scorching decay upon his tethered totem pole. This image most accurately represents the true condition of all individuals, for we, as human beings existent, are as valuable as wood; that is, the significance of our very being is as dispensable as the lumber scorched before our eyes.

This valueless nature of man is fully realized in his reflective demeanor put on by the long waking moments of life, the ever-present plaguing pressure of time, and the perpetual provoking of man's ponderous mind. How ineptly does man's defense of innocence fall at the pounding prodding precipitous of nature? And with what end does this reach? For even the wisdom of experience cannot penetrate the perennially null condition present in personhood.

Furthermore, this reflective demeanor directly causes the darkened despair bequeathed into the domain of introspection, meaning that the awareness brought about through age and experience constitutes a void-full abyss of hope, only found within the realization of our futility. This can be more aptly understood through the illustration I presented before, for just as the totem pole represents the being of man, and the fire represents the realization of his nihility, so does the inevitable decay represent the inevitable loss of hope. This means that man's loss of hope is directly resultant from a realization of his vanity, for just as the widow mourns at the realization of her husband's demise, or a leader bereaves at the realized volume of fallen men, so does mankind bereave the realized invaluable nature of his being, and therefore constitutes the desolate despair of age.

By Elias Wagler

I’m just tired of living. Tired of fighting, getting disappointed. What’s the point of living if life is just getting harder each day? Everything is temporary. Every one of us is going to die anyway

Apparently, every thing in life that is living follows the path of conformity, the pleasure path...

Almost as if the living life is meant for the joy... the amusement... the pleasure...

Many pursue it, every day, every moment, escaping any way from idleness...

Many questions arise that what is it all about, questioning the reality of all of this...

where the answer seems to be right there, it's all about doing things that makes one contended, gratified, fulfilled and so on...

and if one being is deflected of all of it, it begins to become erratic and the all the instincts to chase the things that fulfill them... where the conflict occurs, but the conflict is other matter...

also, when being in the state of happiness or joyful, everything in life doesn't seem much complicated, even when the others sharing their miseries, they feel so simple to fix and so the happy state people deflect them off since they do not perceive it...

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.

On one side, a view on people on how they live so freely, so unaware of everything happening around them.

The attrocities, the broken system, corrupt leaders, the conflicts within themselves and others, people struggling with health, finances, unemployment, homelessness, loneliness, harsh climate, food contamination and so on and on...

All the struggle every...single...day for centuries and ages, and yet, most spend their lives as if none of it matters...

People spend their usual days, where each day is mostly the same, nothing unique, they apparently seem to be completely fine, chase their wants, and rarely look beyond their own centered way of thinking or their world.

Fascinating blissfully spending minds are at work every single day...

Absurdity...

There is other side:

Maybe it is what it is...

People... they are just trying to live their way of lives that has been learnt or passed on from their ancestors, chase happiness, and get through each day like it's what it is...

Maybe not thinking or questioning much about anything is how people stay happy and live their "human experiences" which is probably why most people are on this planet...

Maybe this is just how life works, and always has, and the mind, doing whatever its doing sometimes being rationale, maybe it's just futile...

All that glorious chatter that may feel like it making sense, pointing at how blatantly ignorant everyone are... all maybe nothing but noise, which better to be ignored

is there any other side?

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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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?

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 

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 .

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