/lit/ - Literature

>>19185346
If life is so terrible that you can't endure it and live every day in anguish then you might as well end it, what lies beyond is as bad as life in the worst of cases. If you believe death isn't the end and there's an afterlife, then there's a good chance that you believe in some form of karmic weight and heaven-like salvation, so you shouldn't spend your days crying around and killing yourself thus committing a crime against God's given gift, instead you should be celebrating life and beauty if you believe that the physical world is a pathway to the good afterlife; instead if you have gnostic tendecies then you should be trying to either tear down the carousel of mirrors created by the snake-lion, or live in ascetism in a state betwixt life and death. It would be a form of "positive pessimism", living in the corrupted physical realm as a superior being who is so close to afterlife enlightenment that he has no time to care about the minor unfortunate happenings of the world.
Whiny pessism has no place in a proper man's life. You either love to live, live in pained endurance towards a higher sphere, or live in given love towards a higher sphere. Plaintive laments are proper of needy children and dogs, not men. What defines a grown man is his experience with hardship and pain, which give him a new perspective on what he has, on the freedoms he is granted by the stars, on the beauty he can seed through the world: as you understand the balance of death-rebirth, as you pour your love towards the horrid watersnakes beneath your boat, the working bees with their fat little asses covered in pollen will be enough to raise your spirit in the lowest of moments.