Yes, I do mean I subscribe to existential nihilism, not because I think it cool but because I think it's the truth. Existential nihilism states that life has no objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value. Of course I welcome your opinion, this is a discussion board after all
I must not have been clear about my sensory issues, I experience pain easily and hardly experience pleasure at all. I use MMO Champion to fill up time, not because I like it.
The reason I don't live life to the fullest is because I can't be bothered to keep bleeding for things I don't get to keep. If we were immortal we could keep learning, getting stronger, achieving, and acquiring. Our relationships could grow deeper, and we could become better people. I feel death invalidates all of our hard work. Everything we have worked for our entire lives disappears the moment we die. Even those affected by our actions will die. If life was perfect than there wouldn't really be any reason not to live it anyways, but I have
so much pain. I suffer mentally, emotionally, and physically. I suffer on pretty much every level that makes us human. I'm not saying you're wrong. The number one argument I hear tossed my way is "it matters now". Yeah, I guess, but "now" only lasts for a moment. I don't advocate everyone going out and killing themselves, but nor would I ever stand in their way. I understand completely why someone would choose to end their life, and in all honesty, think it should be one of their basic human rights.
I was glad to help, really. I'm not going to lie and say it doesn't make me happy when I'm able to help people. Wisdom is one of my strong suits; I was always told I should be a therapist. However, I'm
terrible at my own life. So many things that help other people don't really work for me. I've spent a lot of my life trying to help others, and here lies my own contradiction: if life and people don't matter, why do I want to help them so much? I admit it doesn't make sense. I think it's because I've suffered so much that I have such an overwhelming need to end the suffering of other people. I never wanted other people to feel like I do. If I had to look at my life as a whole it's very possible that I have a messiah complex. I wanted to "save" other people because real messiahs don't exist. When I finally grasped that there are no higher powers to lean on, I felt that if I didn't help people no one else would. Who would pick up the broken if I didn't do it? Who would reach out to the suffering if I refused to? I had no evidence to suggest anyone else gave a shit, so if I didn't sacrifice then the cycle of pain would just continue. It's very possible that I have delusions of grandeur as well because from a very early age I believed I was meant to impact the world in a significant way. It wasn't something I could explain, I just knew it. You can imagine my disillusionment when I realized none of us have destinies or higher purposes. I understand it's impossible, unrealistic, and even
arrogant to place the world on my shoulders, but I can't help it. My personality is that of a defender. I will always stand up for the weak or the hurting, even if it contradicts my views on life itself. I very well may off myself someday, god knows I've tried, but as long as I'm still alive I have to try. Anything less would be a betrayal of myself.
I don't fault you for your views. I don't want to discourage other people from pursuing lives that are meaningful to them. For me it's never been as simple as that though. There is no idiom that can cure the massive list of problems I live with on a daily basis. I don't expect that I can explain my entire life on a message board, but in all honesty, I've found writing is it's own form of self discovery. I've learned a lot about myself in the past simply by typing out my thoughts. In any case, god knows if this is an actual response to you, I sometimes just start typing and it goes on forever