/lit/ - Literature

You may probe into the heart of literature and reap its many fruits, you may rest into the bosom of gnosis attainment for many years, even decades, but there will come a time when all the knowledge you conquered and cherished will be violently robbed of you, and you will have to go into dark depths alone and vulnerable. Death comes for all. Each breath you take, each page you turned, each book you read, each library you studied takes you closer and closer to the final hour. Death never stops coming closer, and here you are, totally vulnerable to this most terrible god yet without the smallest amount of worry in your heart, just like a naive cow being led to the slaughterhouse where she will be decapitated.

How can you ignore this most important fact? You're all extremely intelligent and knowledgeable in the literature domain, yet you ignore the invincible demon that will eat your heart very soon! How can you tarry? The intelligent person will clearly see that he should focus all his efforts in overcoming this most definitive destiny. All else is secondary. Don't waste your life reading books!

>fantasy novel based on a roleplaying game

>when you waste your whole night arguing with retards

>>20409610
>that robot
is it real? what is it called?

>>19915723
>Any books on positive drug use?
You don't read any books. You just made this thread to tell us about the partying and have your beliefs re-affirmed

I don't want to go back to working in an office full-time lads.

Are there any books about the crushing nature of white collar work?

On the one hand my pathetically docile attitude - likely a result of my utter cowardice (it's no wonder really that I am a manlet manchild virgin) - means I could probably make decent money in a couple of years, but on the other it feels like I am selling myself out by being such a boring boomer. The ideal, as you all know, would be to lounge around in an apartment all day reading and waiting for your cute, maternal, understanding girlfriend to come home and justify your non-attachment to society. In reality rent is fucking expensive and house prices are a joke, so I don't want to spend the rest of my life paying half my salary to someone younger than me. Every day I worked in an office I felt as though I was becoming more and more the kind of person I viewed with derision in my teens and early twenties, like that one scene in Into the Wild where the main character sees his doppelganger through a window laughing and getting drunk in a suit at some corporate event.

Then again, working for the minimum wage is very depressing and insecure, and is only financially rewarding if you work forty-five to fifty hours a week which is unbearable and still doesn't pay that much. What the fuck. Whenever I read a biography of some modern writer and it says they worked in a corporate environment for a few years before "quitting to focus on their writing" I wonder how the fuck they managed that. How do they pay rent just "by writing"? Finally, I am not even a good writer, and I have fucked up my life so badly due to cowardice and indecision that I can't even present myself to "the reading public" or an audience now without fearing that they will judge me very negatively. At the moment I'm reading a book by a guy who is talking about his twenties and how he masturbated all the time, hated everything, loathed work, etc, and it is very relieving.

>>17857121

>100 word essay due in a week
See you on the other side lads

>Just a few more years and my real life can begin
Any books for this feel?

>again catfishing on twitter for some semblance of being worthy of human interaction

In a couple days im doing 7 grams of shrooms, in one last ditch attempt to just get some help, I admit i havent tried everything possible to fix my default state of depression, but i have done a lot, the most recent being antidepressants themselves which just made me feel numb so of course i quit, and im going back to the only thing i know that helps from experience in the past, at the very least i feel better for a couple months after the trip.

I will go to the dessert here in my city las vegas, and do them alone, going way off trail on a hike. No plans, no technology, no people, im just going to sit there and do nothing, see what happens. Friends say be careful, but I find myself scoffing and have chosen to not tell anyone the day or time im doing them. But have warned them incase my behavior after changes at all.

I think back to the times i did them in the past, the first when i was 17 and a young lad, a good time with some friends, I cried from happiness and all I remember was feeling that I didn't deserve the pure bliss, the second, last year, 18, december, when i was just as depressed as I am now, I cried to god for forgiveness from sins, repentance. It helped until I fell back to addictions and vices again after some months. And as time went on, this sense of hopelessness got worse and worse, to bring me right here, right now, 20, december again, if this doesn't help, im not sure what ill do, its scary to think about it so I stop there in the train.

The second trip brought me feelings of hope, for a short tine I believed everything would be okay in the end. But my impatience won.

They say when you do psychedelics be in a good headspace, but such a thing is pretty rare for me.

I have my own theories as to the why for such a poor mental state, maybe shrooms allow me to cope for some time so i don't make an effort ti change.

What's your favourite audiobook to help with your insomnia?

>>16307578
Got the ¨White whale, holy grail¨ quote tattooed on my back. Friends make fun of me, insinuating i like white BBWs.

What are some books you would recommend to a person with depression?

>dog barks at me
>think he wants attention so I pat the couch next to me
>barks again and points nose at door
>think he needs to piss
>open the door thinking I’m being a good dog sitter
>he runs straight towards my brothers gf sitting by the pool outside

Not even my dog respects me
>obligatory books for this feel

I've been on /lit/ for 8 years and in that time I've read fewer than 10 books. Anyone else? It's too late for me, isn't it?