Venting I hate how worthless it all seems

[CoffeeAndNihilism]

When I look to the future all I see is some miserable job. A job I will have to work every day until I die. And then what? What would I have after a lifetime?
I've never been special. I've lived a boring lonely life, and I will probably be buried carrying every regret I've ever had.
I wish life was like a story; where wrongs become right, things are exciting, and the ending has a meaning. Then at least everything would have had a reason: the suffering, the pain, the injustice.
We live in a cruel reality. A worthless world that seems to forget its every ideal. A meaning less life.

However, the one comment I've heard counteracts this stays out of my reach. Life is worth living because of the people you meet.
I cherish this ideal so greatly, its one of the few reasons I've kept going. The hope of companionship. The joy of love.
We were made to be social, designed to stick together. So it only makes sense that friends and family make the misery of live a bit more manageable.

I've never really understood people. The nuance of every conversation seems to go right over my head. I try and fail over and over again to make these connections that seem so effortless to others. Why do I have to try when others don't. Why can't I understand something so simple, yet intricate. Why is the only hope I have in this absurd world locked away just beyond my reach.

 

[niki wonoto]

I can deeply relate with your post. Reality is cruel. Life is absurd, because it even denies what we really want. It's frustrating & depressing.

 

[AgathaChristieLover]

Even though we live in such a cruel world, I like to think that there's a nugget of good beneath all the layers of muck

 

[caotic_realm]

The saddest thing is when those who walked beside you—making your life more bearable and pleasant—eventually have to die, leaving you alone on the path...