I’ve been trying very hard to understand why life is so unpalatable. The question of whether animals commit suicide is ageless, and the verdict seems to be still out. What is not easily debated is to the extent which displeasure plagues humanity, despite how much easier it is for us to fullfill our basic needs. In other words, animals fight every day for their survival, but we kill ourselves more.
So, why is that? Are we victims of existence or of ourselves? Absent any further proof, the conclusion seems clear: Life as we know it, as we have propped it up through our own construct of society, is fundamentally flawed.
We’ve taken a system built from suffering and set it up to be powered by suffering. Life is suffering, and that would be tolerable except we’re told suffering is good (hard work, sacrifice, pain). You eventually reach a point when that proposition crumbles. The problem with life isn’t life; it’s us. Suicide is a social phenomenon, and we are not its consequence; we are its instigator.
I don’t know what the alternative is. We obviously lived more like animals before, and we grew tired of that. But we’ve equally grown tired of whatever the hell this is.
So, why is that? Are we victims of existence or of ourselves? Absent any further proof, the conclusion seems clear: Life as we know it, as we have propped it up through our own construct of society, is fundamentally flawed.
We’ve taken a system built from suffering and set it up to be powered by suffering. Life is suffering, and that would be tolerable except we’re told suffering is good (hard work, sacrifice, pain). You eventually reach a point when that proposition crumbles. The problem with life isn’t life; it’s us. Suicide is a social phenomenon, and we are not its consequence; we are its instigator.
I don’t know what the alternative is. We obviously lived more like animals before, and we grew tired of that. But we’ve equally grown tired of whatever the hell this is.