It troubles me to think that the only reasons I continue living are instinct, emotion
It's never "just" some simple framework, such that you could devalue your life by thinking about this stuff. Like, "are we in a Matrix?" .. that would change absolutely nothing about what our concept of "life" has always been about, and what it has entailed. It only seems disturbing, and it only has the chance to cause disruptions within the whole of society which would then change the perceived value of life, or whatever. But it's the same as it's always been. Peoples' decisions for living, logically may be thin; but that's only because you are grossly oversimplifying with reductionist type thinking.
Life is incredibly complex and forever wondrous for the individual. Have you ever heard a phrase to the effect of "I looked at some water and I knew everything" ?
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It often seems that how rational suicide may seem depends upon my emotional state.
For me, I have depressive phases, incredibly so. I think about the nature of reality, and the fact I have no real existence in a universal scope, which I think, is something I'm really not happy with now that I found out. I feel like my whole life I've been lied to by society; being told I could achieve something big.
Sure, rationally, suicide would be the thing to do. I mean; I'm just one consciousness on Earth. Sure, I don't have a lot of empirical value, whichever way you swing it. In fact, I shouldn't even waste my time being sad about it. But, you don't have a complete logical reason to commit suicide until you can quantify and understand what you are actually doing; what is actually "in the balance" with your life and experience and the complexity of all society and what, therefore, any of it could "mean". Which is something we will never be able to do 'in a million years', by very nature of owning ourselves and our thoughts. That's the "magic" of life. You have something that cannot be explained. Life exists, and yet it it produced from seemingly nothing / an accessible biological process. What does it mean to be you? Nobody can answer that.
You have, as an individual in our massively insanely complex society-- you have an opportunity to enjoy life and to be something unique.
Well, here we have the central problem of existence. What is it? How do we go about deciding what it is? As I said, this can never be truly empirically answered. It's up to you. As senseless that seems;- our society *cannot* have any human meaning. It is far too complex and absurd. So, it can *only ever* fall to whoever makes the decision. It becomes a subjective decision. Experience is subjective, and you can never really put into words or coherent thought what kind of a difference it makes to humanity, in reality before we factor in emotions/public outcry etc,
whether one person dies in place of another in our very large human world.
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I would much prefer to use a principle. I don't believe in anything supernatural, so it's that much more difficult to counteract suicide ideation. It's as though I have nothing to grab onto. I find myself contemplating suicide frequently.
Curiosity drives these thoughts as much as depression. I want to know what it's like to be in a state in which I'll never know again. I want to wrap my head around something I'll never entirely be able to wrap my head around. I want to experience contradiction.
To be honest I like entertaining suicide, just because. Haha.