(January 4, 2018 at 5:10 pm)Mikeykitty123 Wrote: If we are just created by chance and nothing else, then what's the point of living if in the end, we are just gonna die and be forgotten? If we are nothing but a bunch of cells and sperms that had evolved over time, then why must we care and love one another? And no, saying that we need others to survive is not an valid answer. I don't care about surviving. If life's is just about surviving, then that means we should only care about ourselves and nothing else. So that means that hospitals and medicine and things like that should not exist. Nothing in ever matters so we might as well die and not exist since nothing we ever do as humans will accomplish a single thing. So why bother? God does not exist. Heaven does not exist. Spirits don't exist. The only thing that exists is just us in a dark, empty void with a bunch of gases that we call the universe. That's it. So we should need to live a long, happy life since we will just die and soon be forgotten and wither away. Life comes from nothing, death means we become nothing, therefore life itself means absolutely nothing. I hate atheism.
We can't help how you feel psychologically, OP. You can hate a position all you want, but if it's the truth, then it's the truth, regardless of how one feels about it.
You can hope for a God to exist, and choose to believe in it, if that makes you feel better. Otherwise, we're all in this together. Just enjoy life, if that's possible. Spend time with loved ones, laugh with them, do activities with them, share your stories and views with them. Pursue hobbies and interests. Do whatever to distract you from this excessive morbid thinking because it's not going to be productive in any way, just always thinking about this stuff. Even work it out with a professional therapist, if that's what is required for you to get you on a more productive path.
FTR, I went through an existential crisis myself for a good period of time with the whole parallel universe thingy (many worlds interpretation), but eventually, I just said fuck it. I may not be able to control my "destiny", nor the "destiny" of my "alter-egos" and my loved ones, but I can still hope for the best. So I moved on, and it's all back to normal for me now.
