We spend our days bound by endless obligations. Yet, even with loneliness, failed relationships, and soul-draining work, people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
We spend our days bound by endless obligations. Yet, even with loneliness, failed relationships, and soul-draining work, people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
Why I slightly care? Because life is more beautiful than devoting it to some deity that gives a rat’s ass about you. And I sometimes am delusional enough to think that cultists can escape. They rarely do because it’s so hard, but the chance is never zero.
And lol, no. I grew up I an environment grounded in reality. There never was any religion. And suicide? Hell no, my life is fantastic. I don’t work, I travel, I live every hobby that fills me with joy, I have a wonderful wife and no kids nor pets. I wouldn’t change a thing and most definitely not suicide lol.
I just despise religion/cults as it’s just a great thing to control the sheep and/or make money. and the concept itself is totally outdated. “God is dead” like Nietzsche said.