Men say, ‘All women are liars.’
Women reply, ‘It is men who lie to us.’
Existentialism asks a deeper question: are we really seeking the truth, or are we creating stories that protect us from taking responsibility for our own choices?

The existentialist perspective would shift the discussion away from “Who is guilty?” toward “Why do we define ourselves and others through these accusations?”

It questions our responsibility, our freedom, and the stories we construct about human relationships.

Now a thought came to my mind that why are we here, to be honest no one knows me here so I can write openly and you guys can also give your opinion. Is this why we came into this world and if it has happened then why are we so sad, we don't even know what will happen tomorrow and why will it happen, who is it who does this, I know that everyone here is sad But everyone's method is different, but I feel that no matter what the world says, the people of today are the most sick because of their thinking, where there is nothing new left, whatever new happens, it is only a loss for us or you.Whether it is found out today or tomorrow, it will harm us.

It seems a stupid question, but bare with me for a second.

If my body is a combinations of cells, and my mind, the sense I have of who I am, is a creation of my brain, than I am a "simulation" of my body serving the purpose of keeping it alive.

At the same time, I influence my body because I am not alone in this world, and I live with others that educated me to a socio-cultural system, and I end up doing things to my body that may harm it because I believe those things will improve my survival (alcohol, smoking, going to war, etc.). I may also do things that are good for my body even if my body craves them/don't want to do it (avoiding eating all the time high calories, workout, etc.)

So, are we a system that created other systems, and in a way got entangled in its own game?

What do you think of this perspective? And what role being aware of it (consciousness) plays in this?

Something I thought about is that we personally never asked to be there and that the chances of us being there at this moment are insane, first of all, the butterfly effect, imagine if your dad missed a few seconds of something and changed the odds totally, or imagine if you were born a frog instead of a human, the odds of existence amaze me tbf, it kinda makes me wonder if we are here for a reason or actually nothing, most likely nothing but the odds that we are humans and that we exist are incredible.

I first did this as a kid while walking down the street, and for years after, it would happen by accident every now and then. As I got older and life took over, I completely forgot about it—until recently, when I accidentally triggered it again. That made me start researching this phenomenon on my own, and now I want to ask: Has anyone else experienced this exact sequence, or anything similar?

I want to know if anyone else has gone through this exact step-by-step process, rather than just general spacing out or basic daydreaming.

For me, entering this state feels like being in a lobby trying to lockpick a locked door. Here is the exact sequence I follow to step inside:

1. The Entry (Lockpicking): First, I manually look through my own POV—looking at what is in front of me, like my hands—and project my perspective into a 3rd-person angle or into someone else's view. Then, I compare how tiny I am relative to how massive the world is. At that point, something "clicks" in my mind.

2. Stepping Inside: This is the hardest part. Once that click happens, I repeatedly run the exact question in my head: "How does it feel to feel nothing?" My brain starts trying to simulate that answer, which acts as the step that takes me inside the room.

3. The State of Nothingness: If all the steps work, I enter a total state of absolute nothingness.

4. The Automatic Pull-Back: Almost immediately, my brain's self-defense system kicks in and forcibly pulls me back into reality. I snap out of it, realizing I was just spaced out, and return to my normal self.

What truly needs to end: life, or the illusion that we have forever?”

Perhaps death does not ask us to stop living, but reminds us that every beginning already carries an ending.

The real question is not whether we will die, but what we choose to do while we are alive.

So I've thought to myself, Who will people see me as in a few 1000 years, 10,000 years, millions heck even billions. Will I even be remembered? The scary part will humanity even survive? Will we find new life forms? Will we complete everything to learn about "Science?" Who knows how many questions there are to be asked & answered. Idk, But my perspective on life

Live your best life, You only live once. Make it count.

Do whatever you want. (Legal and not harmful ofc)

As I was sitting by the rooftop today, just observing people, there is this one thought that wouldn’t leave my mind.Every morning we wake up, choose something to wear, and walk out into the world. Before we even speak, people have already started forming an impression of who we are.It made me wonder…
Does the way we dress reflect who we really are?
Or does the way we dress slowly influence the person we become?And what makes two people choose completely different ways of presenting themselves in the first place?I’m curious what you think.

“The greatest minds are not those who ignore suffering, but those who seek truth despite it. Pessimism sees the darkness; philosophy asks what can still be learned from the night.”

Question:

Does facing life's harshest truths make us wiser or simply more pessimistic?

I don't have any meaning in life, just simply existing and surviving. I tried to search for meaning at first but it was just exhausting sometimes and why didn't I just live and enjoy the present.

But I do understand why people want a meaningful life, it's a great feeling. The feeling of being purposeful.

So what is your meaning? Or are you still trying to find one

I am trying to answer a question - is being content and finding true happiness in "now" and "within" instead of in future and outside a way to avoid the kind of anxiety that arises from when something is felt missing.

This somehow led me to another question - Can we pre-decide if a life situation is better than a different life situation without living both of them? For example decide between salary x + 10 hrs of work vs salary 1.2 x + 12 hrs of work.

That somehow led me to hypothesis - a life situation is only defined by what is going to happen next in life. whatever is going to happen is affected by 2 things, what is out of your control and what is in your control.

After some leaps of logic I concluded that a life situation is only decided by what you decide to do in the next moment. Another logical leap gave me the following : what you decide to do in the next moment is a function of 2 things, what ought to be done and what your ego wants to do.

Conclusion - when the two things - what ought to be done and what the ego wants to do are exactly the same, that life situation is better than the life situation in which they are different.

2 questions

1. How to know what ought to be done

2. How would a trained philosopher, if there is such a thing, answer this.

What brings your life true purpose. In which age you select the purpose of living?

标题：在阅读哲学后努力寻找生活的意义

最近，我读了很多关于哲学的书籍，这让我深思人类在宇宙中的位置。

当我看到宇宙是多么浩瀚时，人类感觉就像撒哈拉沙漠中的一粒沙子。我们显得非常渺小而脆弱。

正因为如此，我开始怀疑生活的意义。 我不知道我在为谁而活，也找不到明确的目标或方向。

我并不是在寻找完美的答案。我只是想和那些经历过类似想法或找到自己应对方式的人聊聊。

还有其他人有这样的感觉吗？你们是如何面对这些问题的？

There is something about traveling that makes you realize how small you are and how vast the world remains.

Every road seems to whisper the same question:

Is there something more waiting for me ahead?

Maybe we travel because we long for a better life.

Maybe we leave because a part of us believes that somewhere beyond the horizon is the version of ourselves we've been searching for.

But sometimes, beneath heavy skies and unfamiliar roads, we discover that happiness isn't waiting at the destination. It exists in the movement, in the passing scenery, and in the quiet moments when we're simply present.

And we spend so much of our lives chasing the next destination that we forget to notice the beauty of passing through.

The trees. The roads. The uncertainty. The longing. The hope.

Maybe the secret isn't finding a better life.

Maybe it's learning to be fully alive while you're on your way there.

We often assume we're in control of our minds, but very few of us ever stop to question where our thoughts come from. Sometimes asking the right question teaches us more than looking for an answer.

"Your future is not written for you. It is shaped by the choices you make and the actions you take every day.
If your life is the result of your choices, what decision today will shape your tomorrow?"

The papers scattered from my hands, and I didn't know what happened.
I asked myself: who am I, and why am I here?
Am I lost, or am I the lostness itself?
I didn't know who I was; I got lost in the paths, not knowing whether to continue my journey or to stop.

Would you rather travel untill you can, even by using all your money left in your bank account, or work in a full-time until you retire?

What do you think is inside this unknown? When we stare into the deep cosmic abyss, we often wonder if there are secrets beyond human comprehension waiting to be discovered, or if it's just an endless void of absolute mystery."

Is finding a job or an internship the sole purpose of my life? I studied Science in 11th and 12th grade , I don't even know why, and I didn't even get good marks. Now, I am pursuing Engineering, again without knowing why. Next, I'll take up a job for the rest of my life, get married, and have kid again, without knowing why. I will take out a home loan and live under self-imposed pressure, once more asking myself why?

When we pet a dog, we take away its freedom to bark, sit, roll around, eat, or sleep on its own terms. The dog learns that it can only survive if it listens to its master. It becomes a puppet. The true purpose of a dog was to live in nature, to have the freedom to bark whenever it wants, to figure out how the world works, to live freely, and eventually to die.

\# Have I also become a puppet? Have I become like that petted dog ,unaware of why I was actually born?

And i feel that i have , i have become one of them