Was ist der wahre Sinn des Lebens?
Seriously. Please DO NOT just answer with vague answers to cope, like "family","friends" or "the small moments in life" Cause I do NOT care abt my friends,family or 'nice' moments.
Those things are all meaningless. At the end of the day, will all of them betray me in one way or another. I am not naive enough to believe in such a thing as "happy ending."
I'm certain that I will die in the most heart-wrenching way since karma will get me sooner or later.
Isn't it better to end this miserable existence of mine, myself?
I read somewhere, I think it was the book:"Strangers" or maybe the author Albert Camus, I'm not quite certain:"The thing that prevents you from committing suicide, is your meaning of life". As if fear, uncertainty, etc.
I also think that a life on which fear is the reason one person life's, is nothing more than an endless torture, without any happy ending. Therefore, life is meaningless. I am not able to commit myself to relationships (platonic, I am aroace)
Please share your beliefs and thoughts with me.