Science, Religion, Politics and in the pursuit of truth – HappyPsychotic

I’ve realized now that there is no purpose to life – there is nothing that can make me truly and completely happy. I think that there are many people in the world that feel completely happy but I think they’re living a delusion.

Way back when I was in high school, I remember my world religions teacher teaching us (the class) about Zen Buddhism and actually, he told us that was his “religion” (if it can be called that). The only point that stuck with me was that he told how ideally, a Zen Buddhist person would never hold on to any grudge or anything. Someone in the class even asked what he would do if somebody murdered his son and he said that he would be angry, but that he would try to accept it and move on with life. I laughed to myself when I heard that and though he was stupid. I don’t think he’s stupid anymore.

Sometimes I think that suicide is always the wrong answer, and sometimes I don’t. Is there really much difference if you live 30 years or 60 years? Is it better to go out with a bang (suicide) while doing something heroic vs. avoiding danger and living until you die of old age?

You’ve probably heard the saying that you should enjoy the down times in life because they make the up times sweeter. Well, I think I’m getting stuck in the opposite – my up times are so fantastic that the rest of the time, my normal days have become so drab and boring that it often feels painful.

There is no love

(Not really, not enough).

We live unaided,

We die abandoned.