Starting from the unfolding of homo-sapiens presence, man was brought into the world with the ideal irregularity of specific default feelings, Joy. Trouble. Outrage. Self-Conservation, all fundamental 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 rational. Reasoning, the result of the most oversimplified 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 advanced age Russell brand, J-Cole. Pick your expressive toxin. Be that as it may, this isn’t an ideal case for me genuine bliss 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 next to 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 misery, regardless my enduring isn’t restricted to me, yet to mankind. Without misery and pain, humanity would definitely die, I’ve developed to acknowledge that. My objective is Love Fati however I can’t arrive at it. My psyche tormented with shocking considerations I have zero control over, contemplations of self-question, nervousness, 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 considerations 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 no so I don’t talk about it. “What’s up with me?” “For what reason can I not be ordinary?” “Does any other person feel as much agony 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 despondency. 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 significance or importance. Envy, I envy youngsters, so ethical and righteous, so uninformed about the amount they will endure. How horrible the world genuinely is. How disgusting your own race is. Our greatest adversary acting naturally, our little distinctions causing such insensitive demonstrations; war, decimation, subjugation, colonization, isolation, xenophobia, murder, assault, annihilation of creatures. We’re the most brutal and self-centered hunters to at any point stroll ashore. History rehashes the same thing yet we don’t gain from our errors. Could you at any point fault me for not having any desire to be important for this race? I’ve lost my own personality. Who am I? We change essentially through our lives, keeping similar name and frequently similar elements, 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 broken down shade of dark. So where does my own character lie, maybe the mind, the most perplexing 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 cerebrum. Religion has their own interpretation of this. In Christianity it’s said>