"You mustn't kill yourself, it is wrong!", is what they say.
And the primitive instinct to prevent suicide, to prevent the alleviation of suffering, extends to others too. Survival instinct is the poster child: programmed to live above all else, a primitive and evil desire made to prevent the only escape, the only hope any sentient being has. And yet, natures cruelty f*cks us all over, as always. To finally escape the endless cycle of suffering, is to be free. And while it rids us of the few "good" things, it takes away too the desire for them.Īlong this line of thought, suicide becomes the only true rational and sane action. It takes away all suffering, torment and desire. Death is the annihilation of all of this, it is freedom from the clutches of hell. Forcing an innocent non-being into existence, into a realm of only suffering, dissatisfaction and hate, and denying their pleas to leave, can only be the work of the devil. Programmed to survive and reproduce at all costs, it is all a game, a rat race, to see who can suffer the most. And yet we are led to believe that life is sacred, it is worth it! The indoctrination and copium of the masses is truly horrifying, a telltale sign that nature's cruelty knows no bounds. Life is a swinging pendulum between dissatisfaction and boredom, all underneath the tyranny of suffering. And if by some miracle you can satisfy all of these absurd, ridiculous needs, the satisfaction fades before you can even process it occured. Our bodies, our prisons of flesh, will always be plagued with dissatisfaction, discomfort and desire. To live, is to chase the carrot on the stick forever, only to be disappointed by its lackluster taste.
#ETERNAL THREADS OF LIFE FULL#
Endless torment of our flesh prison, a painted puppet of joints ready to collapse, a diseased and suffering thing, with a head full of false imaginings, and yet other pathetic sentient bags of meat continue to force us to live here, in this hell of endless torment, desire, and striving. We are all biological puppets, dancing and smiling as the theater burns to the ground, along with us. We are always tormented by others dictating our lives, by the oppressive system of capitalism, and even fundamentally, we are slaves to our own desires, slaves to nature.
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