Existential Crisis
going through an existential crisis where the life itself is tiring me. like what’s the point of all this at the end we all die. there’s no point in these grades or marks or degrees. nobody takes it to their grave. and i don’t think anybody asks for your qualifications and marks once you die. yet we are supposed to study and earn degrees to get a job in this competitive economy. getting a job for what?? to earn money.for what??to live. TO LIVE A LIFE WE DIDNT EVEN ASK IN THE FIRST PLACE. like what’s the point of all these when i didn’t even ask for these. sometimes i genuinely think why can’t i just live for the fun of being alive? eat, sleep, hang out with people, experience things, explore, have fun, exist. animals basically do that without constantly worrying about whether they’re successful enough. you may say that’s the difference between humans and animals but HUMANS ARE ANIMALS WHO ARE JUST GREEDY AND THINKS THEY ARE SUPERIOR THAN EVERYONE ELSE.we invented borders. we invented money. we invented jobs and qualifications. we decided that pieces of land can belong to individual people even though none of us created the planet in the first place. like how did we collectively decide that a random plot of earth can be owned by someone? i know there are arguments about enjoying the journey, creating your own meaning, leaving a legacy, etc. but honestly, right now none of that really resonates with me.
i’ve reached this weird “i don’t care” point. i don’t particularly care about grades, careers, status or even whether I live or die. It feels like ultimately it doesn’t change much either way.
i genuinely want to understand how other people deal with this thought:
if we never asked to exist anyway, and there’s no obvious objective purpose to any of this, why do we keep doing it?