I know this is more fitted for the mental health community on lemmy.world, but that community feels like shouting in the void. I want to have a more “normal” talk about like life, death, purpose, and stuff. How do y’all not just get consumed by how you will be gone one day, how one day no one in the world will even remember you. Most of us aren’t even gonna have a wikipedia page, not even gonna make it into one single news article (obituaries don’t count). I’m just so sad. What’s the point. What keeps you going?
Edit: I live in the USA btw, I’m around age 18-25. I was diagnosed with depression last year and I took some antidepressants for some time, but I’ve since stopped taking them for a while.
I am in an existential crisis all the time. But not because I want to leave a legacy. If I died and everybody had enough to eat, then I’d die happily and peacefully. But that’s not how I’ll die.
Someone is going to follow me because they literally starved today. Someone else is going to beat their SO to death. Someone else is going to die because they’re homeless and don’t have access to resources they need to survive at the very least. Someone is going to be worked to the literal bone and discarded in a corporation’s supply chain. And many are going to die because fossil fuel companies are trying to maintain their profits.
Yeah, I’ll be gone one day, but like…even I don’t care about that. I just want other people to be able to live the kind of life I’m currently living but on their own terms. And it pisses me off and induces an existential crisis that policy ensures they don’t.