Don’t worry, you’ll feel the same way as you did before you were born.

That’s why I occasionally relent that nihilism is the only reasonable way to approach day to day life. Just have to accept that everything is temporary and someday we all burn. It makes life easier and everyday problems seem much more trivial once you accept that nothing matters. Or maybe I’m just crazy, who cares, right?

I’ve had this same crisis for the last few years. I mean, any time I’ve thought of death in my life, it would give me that dread and sadness for a few days, but ultimately it would pass and I’d continue living in blissful ignorance. However, in the last few years – mostly since my first kid was born – it’s been this lingering sadness that I can’t escape. Life just seems so pointless. If there’s nothing after death, no purpose, no reason for existence, then why does anything matter at all? As you say, one day we’ll all cease to exist and if there are other beings, they will never know we were here – and even if they find traces of us, does it even matter? We’re gone and our reason for existing is to just live and die and be done. That’s infuriating to me.

And so far, all the things people have said to me to try to help means nothing to me. “When you die, you won’t care, because you’ll be dead.” Yeah, exactly. But I’m alive now and that fucking sucks knowing that I’ll just drift into nothingness. “You cause ripples in your life, like a lake, and you will live on through that, through your kids, your friends, etc…” Cool. But one day, they’ll all be dead, too. And even ripples in a lake eventually dissipate. “Yes, we’ll eventually all go, but that’s why life is so special! The fact that you exist is so extremely unlikely. It’s a gift.” Yes, I will try to enjoy life and make the most of my team because if I have to be here, I don’t want to make myself and others around me miserable, but it still won’t matter in the end how good of a life I lead because eventually it will all end.

Lately I’ve been saying, I’ve given up on life, but not in a suicidal way. I’ve just sort of accepted that it’s all pointless, and that makes that sadness just linger. So I’ll just go along, trying to enjoy life, with the cloud of death looming on the horizon.

What’s worse is that we shouldn’t settle on another planet. We are running out of time here for a reason and without learning something from it we’d only do the same to another planet. And then another. And another. We’d never end and we’d never learn.

Climate change is nature’s payback.

Don’t be too stressed. They’ve demonstrated that time arises from matter. From “outside,” our universe is like a giant book, and time is like pages. Everything that ever was or will be is there. We just can’t can’t perceive it that way since we’re trapped inside.

Now that’s a misconception, climate change won’t kill us, it will only kill most of us. If you think there is any chance for it to literally wipe out all of humanity, you

1. are doompilled
2. severely underestimate how durable the human race, as a whole is. We are literally worse than cockroaches. But hey guys, don’t get too calm either. You, as a person, will still most likely suffer, in the event of shit getting seriously out of control (which it probably will at one point).

universe would one day end.

On the bright (heh) side, it is possible to “harvest” black hole energy. That gives life more time to… well be around. Kinda cured my terror in that regard.

After a grey out in the weight room, I lost my fear of death when, I realized that when I die, I’ll be the last person to know about it.

It’s unfortunate what our descendants will have to endure but we can do our best to prepare them for it!