I'm useless. I watch. I try. I fail. You say failure is one
I'm useless. I watch. I try. I fail. You say failure is one step closer to success. If that's the case, I'll be walking to my grave. But hey, I'd die trying, right? Yeah, I'll celebrate during my lack of existence when nothing matters anymore, and all I have left is a rotting, forgotten corpse.
Even if I live life failing, the world will go around, and around again, spinning, showing the Universe its smock of war, death, turmoil as the fabric curls and collides with each twirl.
Would living life successfully change this? No, probably not. There would still be death. There would still be sorrow. There would still be struggle, and hate, and burden. So why does it mean so much to us, to live fulfilling lives?
Now you're probably thinking, Yes; from a bigger perspective, successful or not, life goes on.
By now this paragraph has gotten rather messy, for that I do apologize for any confusion or cluttered thoughts.
I could go on ranting and questioning and prodding for years. But I'm not, and I won't because it's pointless. There are no answers, no certainties, no promises that anything is going to make sense after we walk through death's door. So why do we care so much? Why do I care at all? Why do I care? Why do I? Why?
It sounds to me like you're having an existential crisis. Welcome to the existential crisis subgroup of SG. Pull up a pew, grab a drink, light your pipe and let's Nietche/Jung/Dostoyevsky our way out of this motherfudger.
I am unsure how his advice would be helpful, but each to their own. Lol
I understand where you are coming from. I am 22, and I feel like I haven't done anything to make me closer to becoming successful. I blame myself for failing every day. I try and try, but don't see a change in where I'm going. I want to give up and just disappear. I feel that will be an easier solution to this game called, "Life". Life isn't even promised. For all we know, the world can end tomorrow, so why not enjoy our last day just doing what we love to do most? Whether it's watching an episode of Arrow, or the movie, Twilight, or spending your day staring outside of a window because it feels much safer to view the outdoors without getting mugged or shot? (Sorry, getting off topic). Point is, no matter what you choose to do, if you're happy, then you have succeeded in something that most "successful" people haven't. You got to live. They spend their whole life trying to live. If that makes any sense. Sorry... I'm usually good at giving advice, but it's almost 4 in the morning, so I'm a bit out of it. You can message me whenever you want to talk. You aren't a failure btw! You're still here... You're winning the game.