Why should we live? There's no revolution, everything is bullshit, everything is a refuge during a spiral of desire and regret. What's the point? What should I do? Why? Everything will disappear after I'm gone, anyway.

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Anonymous 25-12-25 15:40:24 No.6278

Why should we live? There's no revolution, everything is bullshit, everything is a refuge during a spiral of desire and regret. What's the point? What should I do? Why? Everything will disappear after I'm gone, anyway.

Anonymous 25-12-25 19:40:26 No.6279

>>6278
>Why should we live?

Can you reveal essence of everything with one 'why?', after all, why do we ask why to justify something?

Just like choosing to continue may seem hollow, why choosing to die won't be all the same? Can you experience or foresee a state you've never once experienced before(death) , how can one be sure it is the path to go.

As for me, if you want to have a traditional answer to your 'why?' , I seem to continue living because I don't have will, energy or courage to directly hurt myself. Of course, there will be always those who choose death over life and vice versa- I personally just gaze without judgement, and perhaps sometimes the weariness is too overwhelming, and sometimes dreaming about some part of suicides feel somewhat warm, such as a soldier doing it after his friend dies, or two lovers doing it in a rite to make their union eternal, even if it will prolly not work like that.

Anonymous 25-12-25 19:54:21 No.6280

>>6278
There is nothing after this. There's no heaven, no hell, no reincarnation, no "eternal rest", just sheer non-existence. Your brain ceases to function and what's left of "you" is decaying biological matter.
This limited time we have is a gift, a stroke of luck. We only have this short window to be conscious, to experience existing. Cutting it short just because you feel like shit right now makes no sense. You're still feeling things, having experiences. Might as well ride it out.

Anonymous 25-12-25 20:07:55 No.6281

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https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/anonymous-at-daggers-drawn-with-the-existent-its-defenders-and-its-false-critics#toc9
> Life cannot simply be something to cling to. This thought skims through everyone at least once. We have a possibility that makes us freer than the gods: we can quit. This is an idea to be savoured to the end. Nothing and no one is obliging us to live. Not even death. For that reason our life is a tabula rasa, a slate on which nothing has been written, so contains all the words possible. With such freedom, we cannot live as slaves. Slavery is for those who are condemned to live, those constrained to eternity, not for us. For us there is the unknown—the unknown of spheres to be ventured into, unexplored thoughts, guarantees that explode, strangers to whom to offer a gift of life. The unknown of a world where one might finally be able to give away one’s excess self love. Risk too. The risk of brutality and fear. The risk of finally staring mal de vivre in the face. All this is encountered by anyone who decides to put an end to the job of existing.
> Our contemporaries seem to live by jobbing, desperately juggling with a thousand obligations including the saddest of all of them—enjoying themselves. They cover up the incapacity to determine their own lives with detailed frenetic activity, the speed that accompanies increasingly passive ways of behaving. They are unaware of the lightness of the negative.
> We can choose not to live. That is the most beautiful reason for opening oneself up to life with joy. ‘There is always time to put an end to things; one might as well rebel and play’—is how the materialism of joy talks.
> We can choose not to act, and that is the most beautiful reason for acting. We bear within ourselves the potency of all the acts we are capable of, and no boss will ever be able to deprive us of the possibility of saying no. What we are and what we want begins with a no. From it is born the only reason for getting up in the morning. From it is born the only reason for going armed to the assault of an order that is suffocating us.
> On the one hand there is the existent, with its habits and certainties. And of certainty, that social poison, one can die.
> On the other hand there is insurrection, the unknown bursting into the life of all. The possible beginning of an exaggerated practice of freedom.

Anonymous 26-12-25 06:50:57 No.6282

>>6281
Beautiful. I still believe we are slaves of some form. Condemned to live and work forever.

Anonymous 26-12-25 22:17:57 No.6285

>>6278
please stop posting frogs

Anonymous 27-12-25 06:27:47 No.6288

>>6285
Forgot about the rule sorry

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