You wanna know what living life to the fullest actually is? It’s waking up on a Monday morning with no complaints. It’s knowing you always deserve to laugh. It’s doing what feels right no matter what. It’s doing what you want to, no matter how stupid you look. It’s about being yourself, ‘cause no one can tell you you’re doing it wrong.
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I think that we are in a never ending crave for “more,” because we can’t deal with the emptiness of our existence.

If you could have all of your necessities fulfilled: food, clothing, and shelter, would you be happy? I mean, you don’t really need the latest iPhone, or a laptop, and you already have four pairs of jeans, why do you need another pair of Levis that are in a different color? When you think about it, you don’t really need most of the things you buy.

This is going to be a little existential, so stick with me for a second, if we were happy with ourselves, and the people around us, why would we aim for “more?” Why do you we dream of having a big house, a nice car and a lot of STUFF?

You don’t need an expensive shiny rock on your finger, and nobody fucking needs their own private island. (I’m looking right at you, David Copperfield)

Take a second, please, and close your eyes. Now, think about something you’re dying to buy. Unless it’s medicine or some kind of treatment, would you be able to live another day, maybe another 50 years, without what you are dreaming of purchasing?

I know the drive for “more” is not only a financial thing; we thirst for knowledge, understanding, power, sometimes it’s just acquiring a peace of mind. (like this guy here) But why?

Why are we always in need of something new, better, or different than what we were born with?

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do you ever realize how terrifying the concept of the soul is?

im trapped inside a dying body on a dying planet in a dying universe with no way out but death

.i feel really claustrophobic right now 

I constantly fear that I will run out of clever things to say. I’m terrified of becoming another dull individual, who bickers about the weather and shits on what everyone else is doing. As a result of this fear, I project hypothetical conversations in my head. I always go over a talk I might have with someone later in the day, when I come home for the holidays, or in sixty years at my friend’s funeral. I can’t help it. My mind constantly travels through space and time just to play out different scenarios in my life. Sometimes before I see you, I’ll have a hypothetical conversation with you, about asking what we should have for dinner, and I’ll pretend to be YOU.
In my head, I’m talking to you! Even though you’re in class, there’s a voice somewhere in my mind that thinks and responds like you.
Who are these voices in my head? And why are they playing this endless movie about someone with an ego that stretches across the Nile?

An existential moment at 6 am

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…killing yourself amounts to confessing. It is confessing that life is too much for you or that you do not understand it. Let’s not go too far in such analogies, however, but rather return to everyday words. It is merely confessing that that ‘is not worth the trouble.’ Living, naturally, is never easy. You continue making the gestures commanded by existence for many reasons, the first of which is habit. Dying voluntarily implies that you have recognized, even instinctively, the ridiculous character of that habit, the absence of any profound reason for living, the insane character of that daily agitation, and the uselessness of suffering.
Camus, Albert. The Myth of Sisyphus.  (via wordsnquotes)
Have you ever just

Wanted to die? Let the darkness engulf your soul? Stop feeling? Stop thinking? Stop believing? Stop procrastinating? Stop losing? Stop winning? Stop caring? Pain is everything. Pain and sadness. My heart can’t take it. My mind can’t focus. I feel I have been reduced to a financial burden. My schooling is pointless. Every teardrop every raindrop…. What for? Alone I break. My future is cloaked by grief. And why? Why am I here? What is my purpose? What do I stand for? I’m tired of being asked what my goals are. What I want to be. What will I amount to. My black hole of a future is consuming me. I’m breaking under the pressure of living.


If you had just five minutes left to live and nothing was impossible, what would you do?

Merely existing in comfort is not living.
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