Life to me is a pointless struggle to enjoy stuff before the total oblivion of death.
I am not important. We do not have a purpose here. We are an accident of some sort. We are conscious and that is our curse.
I cannot imagine not being conscious. I causes me fear.
No. I cannot come to terms with the reality that there is no happy ever after.
It brings me to realise I'm just here killing time and heading toward death,
The human race is futile. Life is futile. eventually, The world will cease to exist one day and it will have all been pointless.
I miss the cosy delusion of god.......but I'm facing reality head on.