For the sake of humanity should we destroy ourselves?
- Nuke it. Kill us. Kill us all. End this horror or SHOW ME TRUTH!
- That’s crazy… anyone who says that has never felt the all-pervasive love of the universe.
- Both of those choices are ridiculous as well as this question. The asker is also obviously young and ignorant.
I, as many of us, wish to destroy the illusions/delusions that society has constructed for me and to gain a knowledge of that infallible “Ultimate Truth” that we are all searching for. In that search the first rule is to question everything and in that tradition I bring up the question of whether our search is worth it.
Although the answer to this question will not likely change our longing for truth and thus our concern and grief over the problem of meaning in our lives it is important to take a moment to question our questioning.
The actual results, and creator, it seems, of all philosophizing is that bittersweet temptress Melancholy. We feel that knowledge is gained by our delving into the contemplation of being and existence but isn’t it true that all we really obtain is deeper longing and exhaustion from our passionate reach for purpose.
I look all around at my other “colleagues”, the people who have a desire for real answers, not just worldly pleasures, or religious dogmas to follow, and I see sadness. We are all cringing at the pain of not understanding WTF is going on. We see past all those lies that we have been told since birth and realize that we are still working our way out of that false reality.
BUT, OH! TO WHAT PURPOSE!!
Is there anyone who has done anything but contribute to the struggle for truth? No one has really reached a state of true enlightenment in their lifetime. All I see is people who have switched out the lies of their society for self-manufactured lies. WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE LIKE US?
Either we somehow find a truth that meets our personal requirements or we kill ourselves or we sit in this damned suffering of not knowing till the last of our days.
This may seem like the rant of a soul in the middle of an instance of hopelessness and thats exactly what it is. Sure tommorow I’ll feel better… maybe go watch a movie or something… or listen to music… or go to school… or go to my job… but THIS MOMENT RIGHT NOW IS TRUTH. When we are not distracted by all the bullshit we see the truth is that all humans are completly hopeless. We wallow in our favorite lover, the beautiful melancholy. In truth we accomplish nothing. We just sit around in idle longing and suffering.
My question to all of you is… why do we keep on going other than hope that maybe there is something out there? Why do we believe in this silly idea of hope and spirits and magic in our universe when all rationality tells us that were just a bunch of organisms on a ball of rock spinning in the space? The idea of that magic is primitive just as the human species is.
Should we continue even though we KNOW how utterly futile it is?
I think we have no choice cause were to afraid to quit. What do you think?
Oh yeah and Dont worry… Be happy! 
J/K worry alot cause our entire existence is on the line…