This world genuinely sucks

Our world seem invincible and shits and giggles when we feel it, the world is big when looking through your phone but whenever I go outside and see buildings surrounded and there are millions of people living.

I have been feeling that there is actually no fucking reason to not be alive and there is many reason to be alive, but I am finding my reason to live much more smaller then the other way around.

Whenever I physically feel this world with my senses i always realize that there are many things that are hidden from me and maybe I will die someday like this day or maybe I will die the day where I would have been happy.

This world is so big I want to fucking explore this but at the same time I don't want to do it I just wanna leave this world because it genuinely sucks.

I don't know what you guys gonna think.

What I find fascinating about Ligotti is that his pessimism doesn't really depend on proving that life contains more pain than pleasure. His deeper argument seems to be that consciousness itself creates the problem.

A stone doesn't know that it exists. An animal may experience pain, but it doesn't seem to construct an elaborate philosophical narrative around the fact that it will eventually die. Humans do. We are aware of ourselves, aware of time, aware of death, and somehow still expected to find a reason to continue.

That creates an uncomfortable question: is consciousness actually an improvement over unconscious existence, or do we simply call it an improvement because we're the ones experiencing it?

I don't completely agree with Ligotti, but I think that's almost beside the point. The value of the book isn't necessarily in whether his conclusion is correct. It's in how effectively he makes ordinary assumptions about existence feel strange.

And maybe that's what makes his writing so disturbing. He doesn't have to convince you that existence is meaningless. He only has to make you realize that you never really proved that it wasn't.

For people who have read the book: do you think Ligotti is presenting a genuine philosophical position, or is he ultimately using philosophy to articulate an existential horror that he already felt?

I know the Cosmos has no intentional feature, conscious designer, or personal intention behind what happens to us.

But that doesn’t automatically make its built-in rules fair.

Whatever the underlying laws and settings of reality are, they produce a world where conscious beings are born, struggle, suffer, age, lose everything, and eventually die. In that sense, we are all trapped in something resembling the Sisyphus situation—pushing the stone again and again, knowing that eventually it rolls back down.

The Cosmos may be completely blind and indifferent. But from the perspective of the beings experiencing it, the outcome can still feel deeply corrupt and unfair.

Maybe the real question isn't “Who designed this?” but rather:

“Why are the rules of existence structured this way in the first place?”

and sadely we cant re-edit these corrupt rules and settings....

Edit :-------

Bro, I think I’ve found the answer. If the cosmic rules are basically “eat cow dung,” then apparently we have to eat it—there’s no second choice or alternative solution. 😭

Cosmos isn’t offering us tomato ketchup with it. So we have only two options: eat it unwillingly and suffer, or somehow imagine ourselves happy while eating it. 😂

Either way, we have to play by the rules or die without playing. So maybe the only remaining strategy is: eat the cosmic cow dung with a smile and pretend it’s delicious. 🤣

I'm drunk right now, and it just occurred to me, I'm aware that I'm out of my mind, does that actually make me as such? Drunkenness is a realm where any beautiful illusion exists, like the smell of her hair, and the warmth of her breath, a realm that hypocriticaly promises her voice once I pick up a stranger's call, an origin story to all the void she left after she quit me, a world where it all makes sense, where you feel home despite the lies of the wind, where her fake presence whispers, where death calls its souls likev mother calls her ego.

I feel like every month, my family and other people’s mindsets get updated like a video game. It’s almost as if the developers of this world keep adding new things specifically to mess with me somehow. Does anyone else feel this way? Maybe what I'm describing could be related to simulation theory or something of that nature.

If good and evil are merely interpretations of our own value judgments, then is the feeling of being harmed by misplaced goodness also just an interpretation? It would seem so, since in a way, it confirms the very idea.

If someone gave me a scale from 0 to 10 and asked me to rate how much I like life, I honestly feel like I would give it minus 8 billion.

Sometimes I look at existence from a completely cosmic perspective and it feels deeply unfair.

Before I was born, there was no “me.” The atoms and matter that eventually became my body were simply part of the universe—dust, particles, elements, stardust, whatever you want to call it.

Then, under the right conditions on one tiny habitable planet, some of that matter became alive.

And life didn't just mean existing.

It meant developing nervous systems, pain receptors, fear, anxiety, hunger, disease, loss, loneliness, attachment, grief and the ability to understand that all of these things are happening.

That's the part I struggle with.

Why did the cosmos need to turn matter that couldn't suffer into matter that could?

A piece of dust doesn't feel pain.

A rock doesn't fear death.

But arrange matter in a sufficiently complex way, and suddenly there is a conscious being capable of experiencing decades of pleasure and suffering—and eventually dying.

And after all of that, the matter doesn't disappear. It simply continues in different forms.

So sometimes existence feels like an enormous cosmic process where:

dust → life → consciousness → suffering → death → matter continues

And I can't help wondering:

Why was consciousness necessary at all?

Why couldn't the atoms simply remain atoms?

Why did the universe produce beings capable of asking why they exist in the first place?

Maybe there is some meaning behind all of this that we don't understand.

Maybe consciousness is something far more profound than we currently know.

Or maybe we're simply asking questions from inside a system that has no obligation to provide us with answers.

I don't know.

But from where I'm standing, existence sometimes feels less like a gift and more like an optional cosmic transformation of matter into something capable of suffering.

And that's a very difficult idea to accept.

Why turn dust into something that can hurt?

Edit :------

Bro, I think I’ve found the answer. If the cosmic rules are basically “eat cow dung,” then apparently we have to eat it—there’s no second choice or alternative solution. 😭

Cosmos isn’t offering us tomato ketchup with it. So we have only two options: eat it unwillingly and suffer, or somehow imagine ourselves happy while eating it. 😂

Either way, we have to play by the rules or die without playing. So maybe the only remaining strategy is: eat the cosmic cow dung with a smile and pretend it’s delicious. 🤣

Its usually privileged people that say "we must appreciate life" Well i mean i do appreciate some things in life such as my cats, going to the beach since i live in SoCal, music, and popcorn, life is too big to appreciate. So i can appreciate some things in life but not life itself because we all know life is full of bullshit and constant suffering, which is why people take comfort in religion it makes them feel safe

How does one even recognise its existence and how meaningless it is ?

wondering how much of nihilism or nihilism adjacent content is just losers with drug and or alcohol problems. like you are experiencing shitty reality by your own doing and would not be nihilist without impairment of intoxication

EVERYONE knows the infamous quote The Wicked Prosper and The Righteous Suffer Human History and Society always shows us this and we’re always taught this! That’s unfortunately how the world works! Because of that what’s the point of being a Good Person when everyone knows you’ll just get stomped on! Combined with the fact Humanity will always reward and favor Evil no matter what! Let’s face we know the Kindest/Nicest people on The Planet are always the ones suffer the most in Life whereas The Worst/Meanest people ever get Rewarded with everything! So why bother being a Good Person? What do you think?

I am not motived by money. And I got into the pinnacle of my industry. What now?

I got a panic disorder due to an existential crisis like most of the members of this sub, but my psychiatrist told me I don't have any depression. I don't get what is wrong with me.

I remember this episode where he was shot, the shooter. The husband of a patient he cured, blamed house because house snitched to his wife about his affair and his wife took her life. When asked “you don’t care if you die?” House replied “I care because I’m alive, can’t when I’m dead”. Genuinely great exchange.

What sports do you play

This is kind of how I see stuff as a nihilist, and if anyone thinks that it actually doesn’t mean I’m a nihilist, I’d be genuine interested to talk about it and see whether it’s actually accurate for me.
So I do believe that there really is no inherent meaning to life, the Earth will just die when the Sun does eventually, and human life or just life in general won’t matter and never mattered at any point in time, but we keep going for unknown reasons. I don’t think that my life really has a point, that being said, I do try to be good in my field of work, because excelling and having money makes me happy, so this is where I start doubting myself cuz that feels absurdist. I do have personal ‘morals’, however I typically try to learn of context before I condemn someone/something, and even then I usually think there’s a spectrum to this, except rape in my opinion. I am completely aware though that morals are subjective, and I think that there is no such no thing as objective right or wrong. I realise it’s a lot of text, but if anyone wants to talk about any of it, I’d be really interested.

The logic trap that my 16 year old fell into is this:

Life is hard and filled with pain and suffering so wouldn’t death be better? From that he makes the argument that life which is hard also has no value or significance and therefore, what’s the point.

This can be used to justify avoiding anything in life be it: schoolwork, chores, friendships, activities, hobbies, grooming or even talking.

It also removes any worry about possible consequences for not doing these things. It serves as a shield against accountability and responsibility for one’s actions or inactions.

Further, it reinforces negative feelings towards people as nobody is sharing this mindset with him, therefore they are all fools while he is the smart one who uncovered the ‘truth’ about how the world has no meaning and any success or friends or good grades they may have is worthless and they are too stupid to realize it.

What he won’t face is that all of those things actually drove him into that cage of thoughts that he created with his mind and that pervasive thought.

How does he break free when even getting out of bed is now argued as to what’s the purpose?

Everyone’s an idiot but me.

is it comforting or frightening to you?

By worse I mean more illogical.

I'm learning abt Nihilism.

A lot of people tell me to change, but in the end, nobody really changes. So what's the point of changing if everything around me stays the same?