Winged angels and heaven on the verge of death. The fish swims to the edge of Nothing, and, gasping with delight (the air is poison), waits with delight for death.
When you want to destroy something (for example, your life), start creating something. The thirst for creation and destruction is essentially the same thing: when a person does not create, he wants to destroy.
There is a huge problem with self-rejection. When a person doesn't love himself, he tries to kill his bad half, half of himself. But you can't kill half of yourself. If you kill half of yourself, you will die entirely. Therefore, this person is suicidal, and falls into fear and paranoia, which is expressed in hatred and fear of the real world.
It is a big problem for a person to be ignored. This causes existential anxiety, the fear of not being yourself. A person begins to feel that he is not there, that he is dead. Starting to die, a person becomes ill and begins to suffer. The dying person tries to attract attention to himself with all his might, and if he succeeds in doing so, he begins to think that the disease is a cure. Attracting attention to the disease, a person ceases to die. "You should all pay attention to me, because I'm sick," the man says. "I'm special because I'm sick." Suffering and complaining, a person attracts attention and is happy.
The idealist's ideals are lies, and he is a liar. His beliefs overwhelm him with fear and pain. From the pain, the unfortunate man becomes angry and wants to destroy the world. From pain, the unfortunate falls into panic attacks, wanting to self-destruct.
People who have been in Paradise (Nirvana, bliss) are prone to suicide, because they want to return to the realm of their Paradise illusions. Any return to reality from Paradise causes shock and suffering. The body is weaned from you, the body ceases to obey.
The one who commits too much pleasure or suffering will automatically want to die. Suicidal tendencies are always too much suffering or pleasure. Having exhausted the joy of life, these people seek pleasure in death.
Suicide is always cowardice, or rather fear. Fear that there will be no more pleasure and power. Fear is when there is no love. A coward is a proud man and a liar who denies that the world is beautiful. A coward is an idolater who prays on several idols, and the rest of the world considers it a sewer.
A proud man is a man whose greatest desire is to strangle himself with his own hands and die of pleasure. The reason is banal, he is intolerant of suffering and is averse to the real world.
All addicts tend to commit suicide, because against the background of their addiction, reality appears to them as a hell in which it is unbearable to live.
The main reason for wanting to commit suicide is pride. Pride comes from ignorance and illusions. Other things being equal, pride is a dependence on pleasure and a thirst for power over the sources of pleasure. At risk are drug addicts, alcoholics, gamers, abandoned lovers, artists, managers, people who abuse Masturbation, lust and food. In fact, we are talking about any method of sorting out pleasure and power.
Uselessness brings unbearable pain. Not every person can tolerate such a torture. Suicide as a kind of humane euthanasia seems to be a nice way out… Obviously, it's the state of feeling oneself useless that is the first reason of all thoughts about suicide. When a partner "dumps" you. When you got no children or they died. Or your job is meaningless and brings NOTHING. You got no aims and meaning in life. You're simply useless for anyone or anything and it brings you excruciating pain and makes you want to die.
But there is a better way out- try to find something you can be useful in. Find those who need you. Find the meaning of life and the place where you can be useful and appreciated. A human being is a tool and the meaning of one's life is about being useful for somebody or something. One may be useful for the providence and the goals it fulfils. Or one may be useful for one's children or relatives... One should be simply useful for somebody or something.
Find new goals and tasks. Find someone to love. Start a family or adopt a child. Go in for art or constructive work. Start helping people in need. Or become the best helper to those who are already fulfiling great goals or those who are "creators". Plant trees and take care of your garden... Life is full of places where one can find one's predestination in.
Foolishness is boundless, but nature has even taken care of it. The self-destruction mechanism is built in foolishness itself. Making a foolish thing is what kills foolishness. The man who has personally made a lot of foolish things acquires a sharp mind and an allergy to foolishness.
Pride is an instrument of self-destruction. Perfection tends to self-destruction and decay. The energy must be released. Freedom to self-destruct. Yeah, that's what they want...
The only way to live is to grow and move forward. Stops give rise to apathy and a subconscious desire for self-destruction. Any stop is a signal to the subconscious that it's time to start self-destructing. Hence the obsessive desire for stupidity and wrong decisions, apathy, despondency, laziness, problems with concentration. We can either move from chaos to order or sink back into chaos. Balance in this case is possible, but it is a matter of art.
Any attempt to create intelligent life finally always results into its dying-out. - Because of wars, conflicts, loss of species? - Rather because of good intentions that the road to hell is paved with. They wanted the best, but ended up with the same as always.
They may start a thermonuclear chain reaction right on the surface of the planet. Or find a key to eternal life and then die of boredom. Or turn into insects or giant dinosaurs. Or exhaust resources and die of hunger. Or create some personal virtual reality and get lost there.They don't want things to go according to plan and tend to find their own way.
A person who got nothing to do, simply craves for self-destruction. The state of being useless is very painful. And pain is something that should be avoided.
Don't feel sorry for yourself and don't feel sorry for others. He who pities himself is a suicide, he who pities others is a murderer. The good intentions that line the road to hell are pity and self-pity. Those who live in hell have nothing but pity and self-pity. On the other hand, if pity is a ticket to hell, active repentance is a ticket from hell.
It is not necessary to kill a genius, I know a lot of geniuses who were not killed, and they lived a beautiful and happy life. The problem with genius is not that it is being killed, but that it is killing itself. If genius abstains from suicide, he may well live to the most advanced years.
Suicides are dangerous, they are very lonely, but they do not want to die alone, and they try to drag into their hell anyone who comes to their hand. Suicide like drowning pulling on the bottom. Suicides are victims of Vice. Vice is an inevitable and inevitable suicide.
Catherine, breaking his glass house, immediately falls into depression and, as a neurotic, begins to idealize the image of death. How beautiful is death, thinks Catherine, what a cozy grave, the sun on her and the flowers. Is idealist-neurotic to break a life, the symbol of which is his passion, as here, the neurotic begins to love death and death to strive for. The story predictably ends with the suicide of the main character. Finita La Comedia.
By doing too much, you destroy perfection, and you are a murderer. So he who eats too much is a suicide who destroys the perfection of his body. And if the movement to perfection is the growth of life, the movement from perfection is the movement to death.
To the human mind, Masturbation is a kind of suicide. The masturbator is suicidal. A person turns himself into a drug addict, deprives him of strength and drops out of the competition. Masturbation is the fastest and easiest way to morally decompose and die.
The devil is a dull God. A God who is tired of creating. A God who is tired and depressed. The devil is a suicidal God who is unbearably bored and uninteresting to live. The devil is the God in whom love died…
