The longer I live, the more I feel that life just isn’t worth it. I have no thoughts of suicide or anything like that, but if I died and some cosmic being were to ask me “Do you want to go again?” I would say no.
Life has beauty, and love, and joy, and so many wonderful emotions, but it is also marred by an abundance of pain, suffering, fear, boredom, and misery. To me, the negatives outweigh the positives. We struggle so long and hard for scraps of fleeting joy before being sucked back into tediousness.
I am no longer comforted by the thought of brighter days ahead when I can still see the storm clouds brewing behind them.
The longer I live, the more I feel that life just isn’t worth it. I have no thoughts of suicide or anything like that, but if I died and some cosmic being were to ask me “Do you want to go again?” I would say no.
Life has beauty, and love, and joy, and so many wonderful emotions, but it is also marred by an abundance of pain, suffering, fear, boredom, and misery. To me, the negatives outweigh the positives. We struggle so long and hard for scraps of fleeting joy before being sucked back into tediousness.
I am no longer comforted by the thought of brighter days ahead when I can still see the storm clouds brewing behind them.
Joy not only feeling of moment. Joy is memory you can remember and feel again.
Bad day only need to live once. Good day you can live again and again in memory.
Based on psychology, you re-live your worst days in your head vastly more than your best days, and that seems to be a hard-wired response for the majority of folks.