The Philosophy of Pessimism: A doomer's call
Hovering amid despair, right when I wanted to seek the absolute truth. The reality is a dark place to stroll, once you get dragged by the feeling called Weltzmerz, there is no turning back. To over introspect is both a blessing and a curse enough to associate your sufferings to reality. To exist is to will and to will is to suffer, tormented by the reality I consider myself as a Doomer. Ennui is what I feel on a usual basis. No amount of empathy could change the reality that's expanding inside me. My idea of self is just rooted in the despondency, that emanated from the societal melancholia. We feel pain but not painlessness, we feel care but not freedom from care, fear but not security. Pleasure does not yield answers for me, my will to strive does. My will to strive that springs out of melancholia. The reality that oscillates between pain and ennui is put forward to society only for the masses to be ignorant of that. Sometimes, people don't want to know the truth and urge to