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- Mar 11, 2025
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Sorry for the message. My thoughts.
Lately, I'm starting to realize that living is the most difficult task in this game. We are already hearing about suicides everywhere. According to statistics for 2021 (or so), about 800,000 people commit suicide per year (multiply this by 20, since that's about how many attempts per person). Suicides with increasing force, like a snowball, take away more and more people every year: from the youngest (I know a child at the age of 4 with suicidal thoughts, he once said that "he wants to be an icicle that can be broken and thrown away") until the very elderly. The factors that drive a person to do this are very different, I will not go into details, because you yourself know what suicidal thoughts and depression are. Nevertheless, I want to bring my point of view to the point that today suicide is no more difficult than cooking fried eggs, and in the modern world and in the state of the human psyche, the desire for death most often arises, not fried eggs. When I say "live," I don't just mean to live in the sense of existing as another animal species, Homo Sapiens, I mean to live as a human: to learn to rejoice, to appreciate what you have, to accept suffering as an experience that makes you stronger and more experienced - well, You understand. Not even to deny the desire to die, but to learn, at least, to live with it.
I used to think about many things that seemed difficult and hindering to me, putting the cause of my suffering on them, but now the very fact of my existence already seems like a burden to me, and living happily is an unbearable burden, and I am like an Atlas holding up the firmament.
And so. More and more often, I have a strong feeling that the most difficult thing is to live until natural death, fighting for your happiness, creating it and thereby feeling at least a little better, rather than committing suicide in flight from grief or seeking peace in another state of our existence (on the other side of life).
Lately, I'm starting to realize that living is the most difficult task in this game. We are already hearing about suicides everywhere. According to statistics for 2021 (or so), about 800,000 people commit suicide per year (multiply this by 20, since that's about how many attempts per person). Suicides with increasing force, like a snowball, take away more and more people every year: from the youngest (I know a child at the age of 4 with suicidal thoughts, he once said that "he wants to be an icicle that can be broken and thrown away") until the very elderly. The factors that drive a person to do this are very different, I will not go into details, because you yourself know what suicidal thoughts and depression are. Nevertheless, I want to bring my point of view to the point that today suicide is no more difficult than cooking fried eggs, and in the modern world and in the state of the human psyche, the desire for death most often arises, not fried eggs. When I say "live," I don't just mean to live in the sense of existing as another animal species, Homo Sapiens, I mean to live as a human: to learn to rejoice, to appreciate what you have, to accept suffering as an experience that makes you stronger and more experienced - well, You understand. Not even to deny the desire to die, but to learn, at least, to live with it.
I used to think about many things that seemed difficult and hindering to me, putting the cause of my suffering on them, but now the very fact of my existence already seems like a burden to me, and living happily is an unbearable burden, and I am like an Atlas holding up the firmament.
And so. More and more often, I have a strong feeling that the most difficult thing is to live until natural death, fighting for your happiness, creating it and thereby feeling at least a little better, rather than committing suicide in flight from grief or seeking peace in another state of our existence (on the other side of life).
