But the reality I was thinking of is personal reality. Your truths, values, beliefs, predisposition...ceasing to exist or changing completely.
This happened to me not too long. I resisted at first preferring not to have my deep-rooted personal beliefs ripped from under me (leaving no solid ground whatsoever) but as everything I was doing and learning indicated that this was necessary and that what I purportedly believed was nothing more than a delusion of self-perception, I had to let go. It left me depressed for a long time, and it still has lingering side effects, as my realizations had deep mental and emotional ramifications.
My beliefs consistently betray me, and I am always uncertain of everything. I have gone about as far from where I was as I can go- from a Christian who strongly believed in God, objective morality, and heaven (but not hell) to an agnostic and nihilist. Making the transition from theist to agnostic wasn't too extremely difficult, since I have never seen any evidence whatsoever for or against God (though I suspect that I still have slightly theistic tendencies, but my conception of God is far, far divorced from the general Christian view). It was fairly easy to give up a system of objective morality as well, since I
didn't believe in christianity anymore, was non-judgmental in almost every way, and didn't see any reason an objective moral system should exist. The hardest belief to give up was probably my belief in an afterlife. As a Christian, I was a universalist. I disregarded hell and believed that a God described as he is in Christianity would never construct such a place, even for a being so evil as Satan (who I didn't believe was
so evil or even that he existed), and also had considerable contempt for people who thought that hell was something to the extent of being a balance for there being no fairness in this world. In truth, I hate every single one of them. They are so distorted... a place of eternal torment should never be a ramification for actions in a temporal plane of existence, especially considering... oh, forget it. I could rant about this for
pages, probably.
The hardest part to deal with (which I am still dealing with, and doubt I will ever fully resolve) is the realization of complete and total meaningless in everything, followed by the astounding amount of subjectivity present. Life has no point or purpose, I am fully convinced. We live for about seventy to eighty years in a world filled with hate and war and death and misery and I cannot see why anyone would want it. The people I know live out their lives in searching and fulfillment of temporal and foolish goals and successes. People find happiness in many things, but none of them fulfill one's innate desire. So they just keep going, continuing on a frenzy of self-destructive behavior and utter chaos expecting a result they won't get. All is empty and nothing at the end of the day. What is fulfillment? I deny happiness. To the day I die.
They do these things... because they
need them... to drown everything out. To suppress the innate desire to have something deep and meaningful. To deny the utter meaningless of existence and the universe. To stifle contemplations and questions, because those will lead to truth, which they fear facing, because it will result in exactly what I have come to. There is nothing good on anyone's deathbed... I sense remorse, regret, and unfulfilled desire on mine... maybe hope, as well... hope which could never possibly exist or be manifest on this earth, trapped in this physical body and useless existence.
I don't see it, the reason... I have nothing to live for. Often I also wonder why anyone would want to have children and question why I was conceived. Having children in light of the circumstances of the world is nothing more than fulfillment of the most basic selfish desire... why bring someone into this...?
I have more to say... I
always feel I have more to say... but I have no means to say it...
Regardless, this rant has gone on long enough.
I have insulted a great many people with this post... sorry. Specifically, if you have children, sorry... words are potent.