Starting from the unfolding of homo-sapiens presence, man was brought into the world with the ideal irregularity of specific default feelings, Satisfaction. Trouble. Outrage. Self-Conservation, all vital for endurance in this manipulated game called life. Feelings that make us human, put us aside from the crude “lesser” animals. It’s not unexpected said our body is our sanctuary, our own safe-haven, our brain and soul should be maintained in control to keep us normal. Reasoning, the result of the most shortsighted human idea. Interest, the need to be aware, is there more? There should be more out there, that profound existential poop Plato and Socrates and Nietzsche and Boethius, they all shout simultaneously in my mind. Where as in the cutting edge age Russell brand, J-Cole. Pick your expressive toxic substance. Be that as it may, this isn’t the best case for me genuine joy is a domain out of my compass, it has been taken prisoner by woman reasoning, to stay away from madness I have taken in a couple of things, in the expressions of Boethius joy can’t comprise in that frame of mind by some coincidence. In any case, I can’t acknowledge it. We have practically zero command over our lives. on the off chance that I have zero control over my destiny, I will basically break the wheel. Despairing is my number one beverage, and I drink maybe it was dye, I’m trapped in an indestructible time circle of affliction, regardless my enduring isn’t restricted to me, however to mankind. Without trouble and melancholy, humanity would definitely die, I’ve developed to acknowledge that. My objective is Love Fati yet I can’t arrive at it. My psyche tormented with terrible contemplations I have no control over, considerations of self-question, uneasiness, self-loathing, depression, each and every other day I consider ending my own life, after the entirety of what’s left for me on this planet, I would prefer to allow my contemplations to destroy me than have sympathy from others. I raised myself to be this way, to look for acknowledgment from others, not to be a burden. I’m horrendously mindful of the reality emotional wellness is untouchable so I don’t talk about it. “What’s going on with me?” “For what reason can I not be typical?” “Does any other person feel as much torment as I do?” I’ve abandoned posing myself these inquiries, they don’t have a response. it’s harder to see the light when I’m such a long ways down my own pit of depression. However I don’t consider myself to be a negative individual yet rather a devotee to existential skepticism, with the consistently developing populace on earth I’m aware of the reality my life has no importance or importance. Envy, I envy kids, so ethical and righteous, so uninformed about the amount they will endure. How savage the world genuinely is. How abhorrent your own race is. Our greatest foe acting naturally, our little distinctions causing such insensitive demonstrations; war, slaughter, oppression, colonization, isolation, xenophobia, murder, assault, eradication of creatures. We’re the most boorish and self involved hunters to at any point stroll ashore. History rehashes the same thing yet we don’t gain from our mix-ups. Could you at any point fault me for not having any desire to be essential for this race? I’ve lost my own personality. Who am I? We change essentially through our lives, keeping similar name and frequently similar highlights, our body doesn’t characterize what our identity is, in the event that we lost a leg or an arm, we would in any case be us, as we age our skin loses its versatility and our hair loses its melanin and strays to a more flimsy shade of dark. So where does my own character lie, maybe the cerebrum, the most mind boggling organ in our body, many parts slant what we feel and how we act like the hippocampus and the nerve center yet our cerebrum can be much of the time affected by our environmental factors and climate… .so where does our own personality lie of not our body or mind. Religion has their own interpretation of this. In Christianity it’s said after death a>