I understand this a fairly lot. But, I cannot wait to die. In fact, that is my only wish. This world causes a lot more hurt than I can handle. I am lonely and don’t know how to fix that or if I am doomed to be that forever. I cannot stop feeling like a failure. All I can do is keep my emotions regulated, which is hard AF and takes all my effort.
Hey man, I’m sorry you’re feeling that way. I can absolutely relate to all of that. The way things are going in the world is certainly making things feel darker than ever.
If these are of any consolation I’d like to share them; they are a few realizations that I’ve come to over time, and that I try to bring myself back to when I start feeling those feelings:
I can’t control the world. There are things in motion that I simply won’t be able to affect, set that way long before I ever came along, and that ball will keep rolling long after I’m gone.
I’m not a failure for not becoming a millionaire, famous musician, successful executive; for not having the relationship I wanted by this point; or whatever high standards I held my future self to. I know more than that person did, and that person, compared to me, had a very naive outlook on how things will or ought to be.
You are up against the most advanced technologies we have ever created; the most conniving of villains; the worst pollutions; the greatest wage gap in human history; inflation is skyrocketing and unemployment is too; we are in a great recession; you have to date through apps, and we are more isolated than at any time in our history. You are not a failure for struggling against these pressures!
I’m going to die one day, but I’m here right now. The ride will end; I don’t need to get off of it early, and I can experience things like awe and wonder while I’m here. And I can help and love people.
I am not a failure for these things. My only fault was ever thinking that I, the world, my life, should be so perfect; and even then, being wrong is expected of us. We are dreamers. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you are doing so great.
Okay, can I die now? I don’t wanna live in this kind of world.
Should I kill myself, or should I have a cup of coffee? Do we just wait until we die? Or if we have to die eventually, then why wait?
I understand this a fairly lot. But, I cannot wait to die. In fact, that is my only wish. This world causes a lot more hurt than I can handle. I am lonely and don’t know how to fix that or if I am doomed to be that forever. I cannot stop feeling like a failure. All I can do is keep my emotions regulated, which is hard AF and takes all my effort.
Hey man, I’m sorry you’re feeling that way. I can absolutely relate to all of that. The way things are going in the world is certainly making things feel darker than ever.
If these are of any consolation I’d like to share them; they are a few realizations that I’ve come to over time, and that I try to bring myself back to when I start feeling those feelings:
I can’t control the world. There are things in motion that I simply won’t be able to affect, set that way long before I ever came along, and that ball will keep rolling long after I’m gone.
I’m not a failure for not becoming a millionaire, famous musician, successful executive; for not having the relationship I wanted by this point; or whatever high standards I held my future self to. I know more than that person did, and that person, compared to me, had a very naive outlook on how things will or ought to be.
You are up against the most advanced technologies we have ever created; the most conniving of villains; the worst pollutions; the greatest wage gap in human history; inflation is skyrocketing and unemployment is too; we are in a great recession; you have to date through apps, and we are more isolated than at any time in our history. You are not a failure for struggling against these pressures!
I’m going to die one day, but I’m here right now. The ride will end; I don’t need to get off of it early, and I can experience things like awe and wonder while I’m here. And I can help and love people.
I am not a failure for these things. My only fault was ever thinking that I, the world, my life, should be so perfect; and even then, being wrong is expected of us. We are dreamers. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you are doing so great.
there are much more productive things that can be done than dying, such as [redacted] or [censored]