Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,200
Life does not make any sense because there is no clear purpose for existence. We are born into this world without choosing to be here, forced to struggle, meet endless needs, and eventually die. There is no universal goal or reason for why any of this happens. People try to create meaning through personal achievements, relationships, or beliefs, but ultimately, everything we do is temporary, and death nullifies it all.
Suffering is guaranteed, while happiness is uncertain. Every living being experiences pain, whether through hunger, illness, emotional distress, or physical harm. Pleasure, on the other hand, is fleeting and fragile, often requiring effort just to maintain. If life were designed to be good, why is suffering built into the system as an unavoidable part of existence? The asymmetry between suffering and happiness makes life feel like an unfair and pointless struggle.
Life is fundamentally unfair and random. Some people are born into wealth, good health, and loving families, while others are born into poverty, illness, and abuse. Hard work does not guarantee success, and luck often plays a bigger role than effort. People who do everything right can still fail, while others succeed through no merit of their own. This randomness makes life feel absurd, as there is no justice or fairness in how circumstances are distributed.
We have needs we never asked for. No one consents to existence, yet from birth, we are burdened with biological and social needs that we must fulfill just to avoid suffering. Hunger, thirst, sleep, companionship, and purpose are all imposed on us, forcing us to keep running in an endless cycle of survival. We are slaves to these needs, and no matter how much we satisfy them, they always return. This endless cycle makes life feel more like a trap than a gift.
Everything we build gets destroyed. Civilizations rise and fall. Personal achievements fade with time. Even if someone builds a great legacy, it will eventually be forgotten, whether in a few generations or billions of years when the universe itself dies. If everything is temporary, then what is the point of striving for anything? No matter how much effort we put in, everything we do is ultimately erased by time.
Death nullifies everything. No matter what we accomplish, we all die. If death erases all experiences and memories, then what was the point of living in the first place? Whether someone was happy or miserable, kind or cruel, successful or a failure, they will all eventually cease to exist. In the end, nothing remains, making all struggles meaningless.
Human existence relies on exploitation. Most of the conveniences we enjoy come at the cost of others' suffering. The food we eat, the clothes we wear, the technology we use—all of it is built on exploitation, whether through sweatshop labor, environmental destruction, or economic oppression. Even those who try to live ethically are still part of a system that forces suffering onto others. If life requires harming others just to survive, then it feels morally bankrupt.
Free will is an illusion. People like to believe they are in control of their lives, but in reality, our thoughts, actions, and circumstances are shaped by genetics, upbringing, and luck. We do not choose our personalities, our desires, or our strengths and weaknesses. We are simply acting out scripts written by forces beyond our control. If we are just passengers in our own lives, then where is the meaning in any of it?
Nobody knows why we are here or how all of this came to be in the first place. Science can explain how the universe works, but not why it exists at all. Theories like quantum fluctuations, the multiverse, or eternal existence try to explain the origins of reality, but none of them truly answer why there is something rather than nothing. If existence has no ultimate reason, then life itself may be a meaningless accident.
When all of this is taken into account, life appears to be an absurd, pointless cycle of need, suffering, and eventual oblivion. It is a system where suffering is certain, happiness is fragile, fairness is nonexistent, and death erases everything. If existence has no reason, and everything is temporary, then life itself does not make any sense.
Suffering is guaranteed, while happiness is uncertain. Every living being experiences pain, whether through hunger, illness, emotional distress, or physical harm. Pleasure, on the other hand, is fleeting and fragile, often requiring effort just to maintain. If life were designed to be good, why is suffering built into the system as an unavoidable part of existence? The asymmetry between suffering and happiness makes life feel like an unfair and pointless struggle.
Life is fundamentally unfair and random. Some people are born into wealth, good health, and loving families, while others are born into poverty, illness, and abuse. Hard work does not guarantee success, and luck often plays a bigger role than effort. People who do everything right can still fail, while others succeed through no merit of their own. This randomness makes life feel absurd, as there is no justice or fairness in how circumstances are distributed.
We have needs we never asked for. No one consents to existence, yet from birth, we are burdened with biological and social needs that we must fulfill just to avoid suffering. Hunger, thirst, sleep, companionship, and purpose are all imposed on us, forcing us to keep running in an endless cycle of survival. We are slaves to these needs, and no matter how much we satisfy them, they always return. This endless cycle makes life feel more like a trap than a gift.
Everything we build gets destroyed. Civilizations rise and fall. Personal achievements fade with time. Even if someone builds a great legacy, it will eventually be forgotten, whether in a few generations or billions of years when the universe itself dies. If everything is temporary, then what is the point of striving for anything? No matter how much effort we put in, everything we do is ultimately erased by time.
Death nullifies everything. No matter what we accomplish, we all die. If death erases all experiences and memories, then what was the point of living in the first place? Whether someone was happy or miserable, kind or cruel, successful or a failure, they will all eventually cease to exist. In the end, nothing remains, making all struggles meaningless.
Human existence relies on exploitation. Most of the conveniences we enjoy come at the cost of others' suffering. The food we eat, the clothes we wear, the technology we use—all of it is built on exploitation, whether through sweatshop labor, environmental destruction, or economic oppression. Even those who try to live ethically are still part of a system that forces suffering onto others. If life requires harming others just to survive, then it feels morally bankrupt.
Free will is an illusion. People like to believe they are in control of their lives, but in reality, our thoughts, actions, and circumstances are shaped by genetics, upbringing, and luck. We do not choose our personalities, our desires, or our strengths and weaknesses. We are simply acting out scripts written by forces beyond our control. If we are just passengers in our own lives, then where is the meaning in any of it?
Nobody knows why we are here or how all of this came to be in the first place. Science can explain how the universe works, but not why it exists at all. Theories like quantum fluctuations, the multiverse, or eternal existence try to explain the origins of reality, but none of them truly answer why there is something rather than nothing. If existence has no ultimate reason, then life itself may be a meaningless accident.
When all of this is taken into account, life appears to be an absurd, pointless cycle of need, suffering, and eventual oblivion. It is a system where suffering is certain, happiness is fragile, fairness is nonexistent, and death erases everything. If existence has no reason, and everything is temporary, then life itself does not make any sense.
