What do you live for?
This is why I feel empty and generic. I don't see the point of life. If one is to believe in religions like Christianity, then your goal is to love God and make it to heaven to be with him. If that is so, then you should not want of this world because it is an illusion. Anything in this lifetime is just something to seduce you to be stuck here. And I have tortured my mind in this manner... In this way, shouldn't people long for death? To join their god(s)? Wouldn't anything else be "selfish"? Then am I so horrible for not having anything to live for when what I want is in the afterlife? Why should I revulse at death?
And when I look at the world biologically (from what I understand so far), the world is constantly cleaning up after itself. Natural selection and illnesses. Then I wonder if the world works toward what is "fittest", then am I "instinctively" wanting to kill myself because I am unfit? Am I being selected against, Dear Nature? My genetic make-up, my composition just an experiment of entropy... And when the experiment has run its course, it's back to the drawing board. My essence shall dissociate into the Earth again and more madness will form, but my being ceased forever. I don't know what the world is working towards with this, but whatever it is I am a minor cell of its organism. It functioned before me and will function after me.
And in these thoughts I lose my "self". What am I? And what is this? People making others suffer over concepts, but if they thought a little more, they needn't suffer so. I look at what the world offers and I don't want anything.
I used to live for love when I believed in one true soulmate, but as I see how the men I have met in my life are, I don't want to associate with them. I don't want to be a part of this. I don't feel my expectations can be met from a romantic love, or from anyone to save me. I don't have anyone to live or die for.
And to just live life and "enjoy myself"... As I said, I don't want anything. What now?
Honestly, I still have suicidal feelings.. the only "friend" I talk to now hates it when I talk about it, he hates when I talk about all these questions and so I keep them to myself and fake the smiles. Days feel like waves, and the waves rise to "happiness", fall to neutral, and touch the edges of ending it. And the waves grow in amplitude, the more time I spend with my conclusions, the more I see nothing. No points.
What even is life?
I don't know. I think if people knew this, we wouldn't feel the need to fight each other over everything. At the same time, I wonder if they would even do anything if they knew?
I can only offer empathy.