I’m not depressed (at the moment, well maybe a little), just feeling philosophical.

Edit: the idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?

Just why?

  • corsicanguppy@lemmy.caEnglish
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    5 days ago

    There’s no right answer.

    By that, I mean everyone dies with regrets: regrets about living too wildly, regrets about living too conservatively, having kids, not having kids, missing out on an opportunity, or risking too much.

    You’re going to reach the end of your life and believe it’s unfinished, it seems.

    I have no advice. Make the best choice at the moment, with all you know at the time, and then forgive yourself for it, I guess.