Even if God is real, it doesn’t matter. Life doesn’t matter
Let’s be honest with ourselves, the world should’ve never happened in the first place and it’s a burden to our spirits. I don’t care about growth, discipline, self realization and all this nonsense that we think is worth a damn, I stopped caring because it doesn’t go anywhere, it’s a waste of time. I don’t care how bad the world has gotten, that’s not on me nor is it my responsibility to give a toss. Life is still pointless and is objectively a prison, it’s limiting and ran by evil clowns that think they are the shit, they’re losers. There’s nothing in the world that matters, it’s a shit design and I wouldn’t be surprised if the demiurge is real and the lesser deity who created it. The true God is probably just chilling, without an ounce of giving a fuck respectfully. God simply is, without moral authority and judgment. Why should I care about a world that has done me dirty starting from childhood to now? I don’t care if it were to end tomorrow, the world is not my friend and I’m against bringing souls here. Consider me spiritual nihilistic if that’s a term, because regardless of my knowing of spirits, life is still meaningless and is a cycle of suffering. The best thing we can do as sovereign beings, is to transcend physical reality. I’m done. I’m tired of people trying to save a world that never saved you back. Be God, be free.