Life is depressing (not in the emo kind of way)

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I know the topic sounds rather emo but it's not that I find my life boring/depressing/contemplate suicide but when you think about it, life (as in life in general, the chemical process, metabolism, cell,etc...), in order just to exist has to create death. Think about it. Just when you eat a plant or an animal, you break down cells to metabolise their proteins. And you have to kill a plant (yes vegans, eating vegetables and fruits ALSO cause death) or an animal to feed, and you have to kill it's cells. Or when we are under attack by viruses, bacterias or parasites, our immune systems must kill these intruders. This happen pretty much all the time. And we could of course argue that viruses are technically non-alive (though they share some characteristics of living beings and I think they do some chemical processes and they can evolve darwinically) but bacterias and parasites are. And finally, when we regenerate our body, some old or deficient cells must be eliminated.

Just some tought I add today.

I used to get that way often thinking about things like this, especially when I was sort of going through withdrawls from a once held theistic certainty. I even came to figure that life on earth was really like a wrap of seething cannibalistic mold growing on a crumb under a heat lamp in the middle of - effectively nothing, and that life in itself was essentially an agent of rot and decay. I started to wonder if it wasn't a bit like a planetary hiv.

I think this is why the grandeur in the notion of spirit, spirituality, etc. can be a lot more welcoming to a lot of people - it isn't so resoundingly and echnoingly lonely or hollow, nor do you figure reality fading away like a mirage as cognition fails for the last time. Then again - that's if you choose to believe that the strict materialists have this all pegged and figured out. To think as well that there is no such thing as meaningful existence, that this life isn't in a non-existence sandwich, in a sense its a very colorful kinetic nonexistence, you figure as well - we're energy. Energy isn't created, it isn't destroyed, in a sense yes - once we die we're likely much less sentient or, possibly completely without any sense of self or control. Somehow though the universe keeps throwing energy at 'us', new seeds of consciousness keep getting drawn in together and as always separating back out after death, it could very well be circular, it could be a return to Buddhist nirvana in a sense that perhaps that's what its like to exist in the natural state rather than as 'this'.

So on the bright side - you'll do well to remember that you never really die in the fullest sense because you were never really born in the fullest sense either. If you do that, all of this seems a few shades less serious.

to quote:

'tain't nohow permanent.

Life isn't bad. Plants probably don't feel pain, though there is a chance they do as I have heard they 'scream'. Animals have no concept of death, aside from a few such as us, elephants and probably cetaceans and some primates.

Well, look on the bright side: you’re not emo.

spiritually speaking, We live only on in the memory of others

If there is no one around to remember us, it will be as if we never existed at all

so invent something or do something great, have a hospital or stadium named after you, or whatever way in dealing with your mortality fits your budget.

I see that cycle of life/energy as really amazing and beautiful. I don't believe my consciousness will survive past this life, but the elements that make me up were born in the heart of a supernova millions of years ago. How awesome is that?! We are star stuff. Thank you Carl Sagan
I feel really connected to everything and everyone whenever I think about that.

Cultivate the extrauniversal point of view.

The truth hardly depresses me. I try not to get tangled in feeling one way or another towards truth and just seek it out. The one miracle may be that we can get at truth at all--and then look how people throw it away when it hurts to look at. They turn away from the most beautiful thing, the real--because it offends their human emotions? They expect to get at anything outside human emotions by turning away from every truth that offends them?