What’s the point of our existence? Isn’t it as if someone is forcing us to live?

What’s the point of our existence? Isn’t it as if someone is forcing us to live?

Life seems to be all about navigating through suffering and making the most of the moments in between. So, what’s the point?

Why can’t we just put a stop to it?

I’m not suicidal — I just find it hard to let go of this thought.

Open to new perspectives, preferably grounded in objectivity and materialistic rationale.

(Kindly refrain from mentioning gratitude, loved ones, etc.)

TIA