Been thinking for a long time about what life really is. Humans have complicated it.
I mean, so look at animals. They are born, survive, and sex and babies and die. The point is to live long enough to have babies. The environment around them changes so they have to adapt to fit it best. Only the strongest survive.
Humans are living under a false dome of things they have created and doesn't really matter, right? All this fancy BS and really at the end of the day the point is to find a human of the other gender and f**k it to create children. But you want to find the best one to f**k.
Point of life is... sex? And since I don't want sex I am defective and living in a false reality and using things that have no relevance and my feelings are not relevant to humanity either. So... there is no point in life to me, a defective human.
I dunno.
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Anything I'm good at is irrelevant so I don't get why I'm alive. Reality is an illusion. Or maybe me thinking that is. I don't know. I just don't really understand anything.
I suppose when you strip it back to the very basics, that's what it originally came down to. But we have evolved so much, life, reality, what that means etc. has dramatically evolved from that very basic need. Plenty of people go through their lives without ever having children, but have plenty of meaning to their lives. Life doesn't have to mean nothing just because you don't want to have sex and have kids