I seem to always feel like giving up on life, and it's never for one specific thing, then I think: "Why am I even trying at all?" Then I think of Ken Ham during his debate with Bill Nye and I ask myself: "why we do any of these things at all if no one is going to remember, and we're all going to die, and if there's a heaven at all then we'd all happy and healthy there, so what was the point of any discovery anyone else has made, or sorrow or pain I've endured and still will endure, or anyone else for that matter?"
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