Venting We are extremely insignificant

[willyoucrywhenIdie]

I don't know how to cope with the fact that we humans are so insignificant. We'll if we're lucky live an average life and be 80 years old and die. Our relatives or children will cry and eventually get used to being without us. They'll often remember or quote us, then occasionally, then seldomly, then completely stop talking about us and rarely mention us and then they'll stop mentioning us at all. Eventually everything that belonged to us; our clothes, letters, items will all be gone, unless someone makes a conscious effort to keep them but then why would they even bother?

And so there it goes, years of grinding and swimming high above the waters just so we could be forgotten forever and replaced like this. It's crazy how we spend years and years totally digging ourselves a grave, while still pretending that were digging for the foundations of our future. And what did it mean? The times where we'd cool down and have fun? Like drink or go to a vacation or have sex with someone we found really attractive. Were those the highlights of such an insignificant existence? Seems like so. I guess you really have it as you have it now and then it's just gone forever.

And so what if I stopped enjoying anything at all? What if nothing made me happy anymore. And all the promises that it could be better seemed like a giant lie. Then why would I even bother grinding until I dig myself my own grave while I could just do that right now, in a less agonizing and painful way? It's all so tiring.

 

[UnusedGate]

You've got a pessimistic view. Yea, everything positive we do doesn't matter but at the same time if you in the past did something that you regret, it doesn't matter. Since what we do doesn't matter, do what gives you enjoyment as long it does not prevent other from doing what they want. Plant a flower, the fact that you won't be remember for planting that flower or the fact that it'll die one day (just like you) does not mean you or other people can't get enjoyment from that flower.

 

[Dejected 55]

Being insignificant in the grand scheme of things is not a bad thing. I mean, it's just truth. Even the most important person you can think of is still insignificant in the grand scheme.

That's not the problem.

The problem is being insignificant to everyone.

I am fine with being insignificant to existence. I don't care about legacy or any of that. I just want to matter to someone, especially someone who also matters to me. Just one person. That's all I have ever asked... to be significant to her as she is significant to me... but I never get there... and that is what is unbearable to me.

 

[Forever Sleep]

That's true but, even being remembered doesn't necessarily mean you had a good life. Vincent van Gogh is massively famous now but it would seem reasonable to say, whilst he was alive, he was failing to be recognised- selling only a handful of paintings. Would you really prefer to be famous after you died? How will that benefit you? Do you imagine you'll even realise whether people remember you or not? And, if you are 'alive' enough to be conscious still- won't your focus now be on the afterlife?

I guess it depends what you value really. Whether receiving accolades makes you feel really good or, whether you can simply enjoy some nicer experiences in life. If we can tolerate the rest of the shit that is.

 

[Dejected 55]

That's true but, even being remembered doesn't necessarily mean you had a good life. Vincent van Gogh is massively famous now but it would seem reasonable to say, whilst he was alive, he was failing to be recognised- selling only a handful of paintings. Would you really prefer to be famous after you died? How will that benefit you? Do you imagine you'll even realise whether people remember you or not? And, if you are 'alive' enough to be conscious still- won't your focus now be on the afterlife?

I guess it depends what you value really. Whether receiving accolades makes you feel really good or, whether you can simply enjoy some nicer experiences in life. If we can tolerate the rest of the shit that is.

Exactly. Yeah, legacy doesn't do it for me. It's like, when people get together after someone is gone and talk about how great he/she was... and often it is people who didn't tell the person that while they were still alive.

For me... I don't care at all about being remembered. I don't want family for legacy and to be remembered. I won't be here, I don't care. I want to be loved and seen and appreciated now, while I'm here. That's why I want to be significant to a partner, to have that family... not for later... for right now. It's all wasted if I am not loved now. A bunch of people, not that there will be, liking me after I'm dead is of no value to me whatsoever.

That's why I say insignificance to the world is fine... insignificance after I'm gone is fine... But I crave mattering to someone right now, while I am here and I can enjoy that closeness and share experiences and have significant moments where I give too... that's the only significance I care about. Intimate significance.

 

[TheVanishingPoint]

Nothing in our existence is important. Things and people have no value; we are the ones who give value to what surrounds us. Obviously, with time, everything fades, everything fades. At a certain point, we find ourselves rummaging through windows of death when, on a Saturday night, tenderness is left alone.

 

[Cauliflour]

The thought of being forgotten to time terrifies the fuck out of me. I want to be remembered for all of humanity's history and potentially beyond but I know that's not gonna happen. It's one of the main factors keeping me not killing myself as I feel like I need to do something bigger with my time here. I don't want all this time spent having to tolerate myself just becoming meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

 

[Freedomm]

I don't know how to cope with the fact that we humans are so insignificant. We'll if we're lucky live an average life and be 80 years old and die. Our relatives or children will cry and eventually get used to being without us. They'll often remember or quote us, then occasionally, then seldomly, then completely stop talking about us and rarely mention us and then they'll stop mentioning us at all. Eventually everything that belonged to us; our clothes, letters, items will all be gone, unless someone makes a conscious effort to keep them but then why would they even bother?

And so there it goes, years of grinding and swimming high above the waters just so we could be forgotten forever and replaced like this. It's crazy how we spend years and years totally digging ourselves a grave, while still pretending that were digging for the foundations of our future. And what did it mean? The times where we'd cool down and have fun? Like drink or go to a vacation or have sex with someone we found really attractive. Were those the highlights of such an insignificant existence? Seems like so. I guess you really have it as you have it now and then it's just gone forever.

And so what if I stopped enjoying anything at all? What if nothing made me happy anymore. And all the promises that it could be better seemed like a giant lie. Then why would I even bother grinding until I dig myself my own grave while I could just do that right now, in a less agonizing and painful way? It's all so tiring.

That's right. It's like we live in a torment. At the end of torture, we will die. Then all this is meaningless life and everything in it. The meaningless suffering of sickness, survival, stress, loss. It's a tough cell, and if you try to get out of it, they'll spit on you. What the hell is this? I hate this world and how hard it is to get rid of all that.

 

[starinthesky]

In my opinion significance stems solely from consciousness and perception. Since oneself is the only thing that is certainly conscious, everything of value will be endlessly significant from your view (your partner, your craft) as compared to the unobservable or unattainable (some random spot in space or glory transcending your death)

Even if I might think I want a legacy that will eventually be dependent on the thoughts of others, it is ultimately a self-imposed desire that stems from own my beliefs.

Sadly for me this is not an empowering conclusion as it makes all the mistakes in my life infinitely worse. But I guess if I find something I love, the opposite could be true too.

 

[morscode]

I don't know how to cope with the fact that we humans are so insignificant. We'll if we're lucky live an average life and be 80 years old and die. Our relatives or children will cry and eventually get used to being without us. They'll often remember or quote us, then occasionally, then seldomly, then completely stop talking about us and rarely mention us and then they'll stop mentioning us at all. Eventually everything that belonged to us; our clothes, letters, items will all be gone, unless someone makes a conscious effort to keep them but then why would they even bother?

And so there it goes, years of grinding and swimming high above the waters just so we could be forgotten forever and replaced like this. It's crazy how we spend years and years totally digging ourselves a grave, while still pretending that were digging for the foundations of our future. And what did it mean? The times where we'd cool down and have fun? Like drink or go to a vacation or have sex with someone we found really attractive. Were those the highlights of such an insignificant existence? Seems like so. I guess you really have it as you have it now and then it's just gone forever.

And so what if I stopped enjoying anything at all? What if nothing made me happy anymore. And all the promises that it could be better seemed like a giant lie. Then why would I even bother grinding until I dig myself my own grave while I could just do that right now, in a less agonizing and painful way? It's all so tiring.

This. All of this. My stepdad shot himself in the head last year and my mom was just putting his stuff away over the weekend. His photo, his memorial book, was even trying to give the ashes to my older sister. Guess that's how quick it's gonna be when it's my turn huh? Like what are we truly even living for? All I see is pain and bad people I can't trust, people who will leave me and hurt me, why do any of it at all? I figure, I've been suicidal for over half my life. since I was 12 or 13....maybe that IS my path you know? Sometimes I wonder maybe that's what I'm supposed to do, it's been in front of me this entire time and god I wish I would've just done it high school.