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Or perhaps we're all actually dead and this is actually the afterlife...
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.... *head explodes* ...
I actually enjoy philosophizing about life. But I suspect it's what made me such a nihilist in the first place. I truly believe there's no purpose in life, which is why I also don't much about suicide.
I see it like this: Life is a big gray, pointless haze... Kind of like a game. Once you're done playing that game it actually doesn't matter, cos it's done, and chances are that you wont even play it again after game over/end.
However, if it's a good game, you do wanna keep playing. Even if it's kinda pointless in the end.
Same with life. If there are things that make you happy in life, it's like getting really good ice cream. If the ice cream is really incredibly tasty, you think: "Well... I guess I could go on and eat some more ice cream. This is pleasurable."
But the result is always the same: We die at some point, and after that... either something happens... Or nothing happens at all, in which case our pleasurable and miserable moments wont matter at all anymore.
Whether you were a king, or a homeless drunk, it still wont matter. You're dead, you cant take pleasure/displeasure in your life after death.
x_x I need to stop thinking! Ima take some happy pills now.