Aknowledging and grasping the nothingness coming in the afterlife and the current meaninglessness of this universe is the hardest step into the redpilled word
Alias the world with knowledge
So living your life like Sisyphus forcing yourself to think that it’s a coping mechanism actually makes you drowned in sorrow.
Endless Cycle of Routine.
Sucking at your Only Hobby.
Your only neighbors are annoying blue pilled people.
What’s the joy of this life for him?
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