On the subject of life and death

I've been thinking lately about death. I've grown into a state of depression over the subject.

Before we were born into life, we did not have a concept of time because we did not have brains to acknowledge time. There wasn't complete darkness or anything. As we grow older and develope our brains have now understood this and it's own consciousness.

Is this what it will be like after death?
No complete darkness, no heaven, no hell, no reincarnation, nothing.
We will die and our brains will stop working and that will be the end of it.

It's an incredibly scary thought, but fear is just a primitive emotion in response to a human's environment to flee a situation for survival.

I just see no reason for going on.
Do I get a high paying job, so I can be happy? But happyness itself is just another emotion. When a human's environment and surroundings are suitable they take joy in these things and have a desire to keep them, much like loved ones.

So my sole purpose in life is to just pass on my genetic material to the next generation to form a more perfect species. I will die and there will be no concept of time. Life just seems so incredibly pointless and I have no desire to continue it.

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Most of what you said isn't what I intended at all. I'm a little disappointed that you'd come to those conclusions on some of the things I said, but everyone has their own way of looking at things and their own opinion, and I'm quite glad that you actually voiced your's so rationally unlike most people.
Pretty much everything negative you mentioned about what I said wasn't the point I was trying to make, as I didn't intend to be negative about anything really.
I can see from what you said how one could view it like that though, so I guess most of all I'm a little disappointed in myself about what I said. At the time I was quite happy with it, even proud to have come up with such a thing. But now that you mention it, a lot of what I said IS pretty redundant, and even useless now I look back over it. At least in the real world.
I did come up with all of that stuff on the spot, so looking back now makes me realise that when it comes down to it I'm probably an idealist. And I'm not too happy with that at all. I don't really want to be seen as one, to me it just feels likes there's a stigma to it, even if that IS just me. But really, I know why it seems that way. Apart from dips into depression every now and again, I't quite happy with my life as a whole, and I'm pretty at peace with things. When it comes to most things, I always feel pretty neutral and am able to see both sides of the argument, even if to begin with I was very much set in one way of thinking, but this does worry me sometimes, because I find whether thinking about something for a short or a very long time, and even discussing it with others, I always come back to the same thing: I shouldn't get worked up about things, it's not good for my health anyway since I suffer from anxiety and depression, so I should just try to forget about it, at least for a while, and enjoy the good things in life. Since I could end up driving myself mad if I were to dwell too long on anything.
I wish sometimes that I had a stronger opinion on things either one way or the other, and it's the fact that I don't that worries me. But again, even with that I try to stay as calm as possible because not only is it bad for me to work myself up, but I find it really difficult to calm down again afterwards as well.
I guess what I was saying in my first post is just what works for me, stating it as a piece of advice that might work for the OP, or anyone for that matter. Just something they could try even if just to calm themselves down for while about things.
I don't know. I generally feel quite drained and somewhat depressed about the whole matter now. I've learnt some things about myself that I don't like.

I think I always try to look on the bright side of things because not only do I make myself ill about the tiniest and stupidest things, but also because up until the age of twelve I suffered quite badly with stress and various other illnesses, and I suppose I'm just tired of feeling depressed and ill, so I don't mind thinking or talking about bad things, I just have to be able to find peace in something at the end of the day so I don't have a severe panic attack. For a couple of years I've been going by a motto sort of along the lines of, "Everything that happens it meant to happen, otherwise, it wouldn't have" in a few years time who knows what I'll think about the world, but if nothing else, that motto helps me to stay calm about things when I get too worked up.

I think it might also be worth saying now that I am only seventeen years of age. And for the hell of it I might as well throw in the fact that I'm female. I'm also bisexual and autistic. I have Asperger's Syndrome, if you want to look it up.
So, I suppose I've got a lot of "markers" upon my head, and I know what it's like to be treated like you're a fucking alien or some kind of mutant by other people. Until I was twelve that's how I constantly felt.
I'm a little angry at some of the things you said, because, although they're completely true, they're extremely depressing. But as I continued to read what you said, I could feel your anger at the whole situation too. So I'm not so much angry at you as a little angry at life in general.
I know it sucks, but I just wanted to give the OP a little hope when they were feeling down. I guess I'm a bit angry at you for putting a downer on it, but I see where you're coming from, and I really do appreciate your opinion. And I'm glad you agree with some of what I said too.
People are just too flawed to really exist in the way that I said, I know that. I suppose that's the saddest thing of all.
But thanks for an intelligent and thoughtful response to what I said. I'm actually glad to have something to get me thinking for once. So, thanks.