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Random moments of existential dread coupled with sadness (lemmygrad.ml)

submitted 2 weeks ago by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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I cannot get over my fear the non-existence after death. Every time I think about it all my feelings start bubbling up and I get depressed. It's terrifying thinking about non-existence, it fills me with so much dread

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[–] [email protected] 5 points 2 weeks ago (2 children)

Do you feel the same thinking about the time before you were born?

[–] [email protected] 5 points 2 weeks ago

"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for." - the opening of Nabokov's Speak, Memory

[–] [email protected] 4 points 2 weeks ago* (last edited 2 weeks ago)

Before I was born I couldn't conceive of existence nor will I regret it after I'm gone. The idea that because I was ripped from the ether contrasted with the fact that I will one day return, doesn't bring peace to me. I exist and for as long as I do the end of my existence will wrench my gut and bitter my tongue. I hate death and I resent my inevitable march towards it.