Why do life?

"Listening to - Arrival at Aslan's How"




It really hurts me that this is life, this is all there is. There won’t be any magic spells, or fairies, or supernatural strength, no wardrobes or mermaids, no Narnia, no Hogwarts. Maybe that’s why people believe in religion? To pretend that there’s something more? Or why people believe in aliens? I just find life so mundane, so meaningless. The absolute ultimate lifestyle, say I became super rich and everybody loves me, it would still pale in comparison to fiction. It’s crippling, nihilism. Life is like a chore that I have to do, but there’s no end. I mean, why am I doing this chore? What do I get? Nothing. I die, and I become nothing. So why even do “life”? I just don’t get it. How do you motivate yourself to get up? What incentive do you have except for "you're supposed to"? I have none. I live for other people. If I don't go to work my colleagues will be inconvenienced. If I don't go out with my friends, my friends will be inconvenienced. If I don't eat my family will be worried. Nothing to do with me, at all. If I had no friends or family? I wouldn't do anything. I'd lay down and die. I wish I was exaggerating. I'm not sad, I don't seek death. I simply do not value living, I can do without.