Having one of those moments.
Where you are absolutely struck, smacked about the head, by the reality that life is pointless, utterly. That no matter what you do and how hard you try, happiness will always elude you. Because there is nothing on this Earth that you can do, experience, feel that won't immediately vanish again a few moments after you found it, or stop doing it (whatever it is).
That nothing within reach can bring any meaning to your life. That this is going to keep being the reality no matter what. That you can't change it. This feeling, this emptiness, this hopelessness, this despair, this loneliness... this is all there is; all there will be; all there can be.
So why bother.
This feeling will pass. You go back to routine of living. But it will come again, because this feeling is always there when you face the truth, the reality of life. All is futile.
I think these sorts of feelings are probably more common now than some people would realise, especially amongst atheists. There's even a formal branch of philosophy called Existentialism, one particular popular quote from this discipline is that we're "condemned to be free".
Nietzsche (of "God is dead" fame) had a lot to say on it, saying that we were essentially free to choose our own values and meaning, and that our purpose should be to live our maxim to it's fullest. In this strain of philosophy, you're not tied to any particular overarching code, so develop one and go for it! You're in the driver's seat, essentially.
Having brushes with some of these negative feelings myself at times, I tend to find that putting oneself in a controlling position, where you can direct your affairs, tends to work. Try and control things and set the pace of your life, rather than being buffeted around by external events.
But its also quite liberaring to think that ultimately everything is pointless. I find it reduces any pressures i put on myself.
What’s the point putting pressures on yourself anyway if you can just use the excuse of everything being pointless? I don’t think it’s that healthy to do that really unless you’re happy living without much, which is quite a difficult existence now. I once had a similar mindset but I found myself getting nowhere in life thinking like that, things might be pointless to you but for the people in your life they won’t be.
Why would i care what others think? I do okay for myself, have a flat a modest paying job. I can still have some nice things even if i think everytbing is ultimately pointless.
Well that’s fine I guess if you don’t interact with anyone or have any responsibilities over children or something but ultimately your actions do affect other people and I think it’s a bit reckless to go into everything with the mindset of it doesn’t matter because it’s all pointless anyway.
I’m not sure what you mean? I don’t go round telling people i know everything is pointless don’t bother with anything?
But ultimately they are.Well then your actions don’t really suit what you’re telling yourself as it sounds like you do care about some things still but are pretending to yourself it’s all pointless.
I have an appointment with my GP today to go over anxiety and depression. I've been putting it off for a long time, convincing myself I'm fine. But after this week the reality is I'm really not ok.
I think a lot of my problem is that I mostly direct my attention towards things that are trivial, and bring trivial/negligible reward, and certainly no meaning, to my life.Well then your actions don’t really suit what you’re telling yourself as it sounds like you do care about some things still but are pretending to yourself it’s all pointless.
I think a lot of my problem is that I mostly direct my attention towards things that are trivial, and bring trivial/negligible reward, and certainly no meaning, to my life.
Like listening to an album, playing a video game, or watching a series on TV. And all the while fail to address the herd of elephants merrily stampeding around the room, eating all the trees and crapping on the furniture.
And then think "woe is me, all things must end, I've finished Breaking Bad, oh the humanity" (That's an example, I've only just finished S1). Naturally, when it's all over I'm no different to the person I was when I started. No different in fact to the five year old child who had trouble fitting in at school. No different to the 18 year old who spent every New Year by himself. Same thoughts, same outlook, same all-encompassing fear of failure and fear of every human being crawling about on this planet.
And perhaps that's part of the problem. There's this big old empty space and no quantity of box sets or vidya games will fill it. And when whatever temporary distraction/obsession du jour finishes, I've got nothing but this big old empty space gnawing at me. I can see it, feel it, dive in and swim in it. It's in front of my eyes and behind my eyes. It's everywhere I look and everywhere I go.
All I think about it me; my emptiness; me, me, me, me, me. And all I see when I think about me is a problem the size of a mountain.
Everybody says I'm too negative. Lols.
I think a lot of my problem is that I mostly direct my attention towards things that are trivial, and bring trivial/negligible reward, and certainly no meaning, to my life.
Like listening to an album, playing a video game, or watching a series on TV. And all the while fail to address the herd of elephants merrily stampeding around the room, eating all the trees and crapping on the furniture.
And then think "woe is me, all things must end, I've finished Breaking Bad, oh the humanity" (That's an example, I've only just finished S1). Naturally, when it's all over I'm no different to the person I was when I started. No different in fact to the five year old child who had trouble fitting in at school. No different to the 18 year old who spent every New Year by himself. Same thoughts, same outlook, same all-encompassing fear of failure and fear of every human being crawling about on this planet.
And perhaps that's part of the problem. There's this big old empty space and no quantity of box sets or vidya games will fill it. And when whatever temporary distraction/obsession du jour finishes, I've got nothing but this big old empty space gnawing at me. I can see it, feel it, dive in and swim in it. It's in front of my eyes and behind my eyes. It's everywhere I look and everywhere I go.
All I think about it me; my emptiness; me, me, me, me, me. And all I see when I think about me is a problem the size of a mountain.
Everybody says I'm too negative. Lols.