i feel trapped in a world where nothing is truly ours. every choice i make is a predetermined illusion. our lives are not guided by free will but by the cold mechanics of fate and circumstance. each day is a sequence of events that we believe are our own but are really just responses to forces beyond our control.
i wander through a landscape of predetermined steps. from the moment we are born, our paths are carved out by genetic destiny and societal expectation. we are mere puppets, our strings pulled by invisible hands. our thoughts, our feelings, our decisions are not our own but are programmed by a universe that offers no escape from its deterministic design.
the weight of this truth is suffocating. it removes the sense of purpose and freedom that we cling to. without free will, there is no true accountability, no genuine innovation. all our dreams and ambitions are simply illusions, products of a mind that has been hijacked by biology and chance. every victory feels hollow because it is not earned by our own volition.
in this endless cycle of cause and effect, we are left with the haunting realization that nothing we do truly matters. the world is indifferent to our struggles and triumphs. we are alone in a vast universe that has no regard for our desires. the idea of free will was a comforting lie, a false beacon in the darkness, and its absence leaves us in a perpetual state of despair.
perhaps one day we will awaken to this reality and find solace in the cold embrace of determinism. until then, we must live with the crushing knowledge that our lives are not our own. we are bound by the chains of fate, and the illusion of free will is all that keeps us going in a universe that is ultimately unfeeling and relentless.
thoughts of a dying athiest 