Why do bad things happen?

Why do bad things happen?

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so god can laugh at us

Why is God such a faggot?

Because we are the walking dead

>be drug addict
>high everyday
>yet still miserable with no accomplishments

good times produce hard times, hard times produce good times. it's the ebb and flow of nature and life would be incredibly boring without it.

To good people?
You know that life is just
A constant battle between good and evil

because you touch yourself at night.

its all perspective. there is no good and there is no bad. weather its either or is up t oyou.

thats life man, im going through something as well. we all are, but we power through, thats life.

Define bad

agreed, all in the mind witch you can control

whether*
I'm a huge illiterate fag

which*
I'm illiterate too therefor uneducated and therefor have no life skills

because we're all in purgatory

i became a pretty good drinker

Because there is no god. The universe is just matter and energy bumping into itself. It doesn't have to make sense.

If that was the case wouldn't we never die, just ascend or descend?

that's the payoff for freedom
the opposite is everything is done and controlled for everything and everyone negating any meaning to existance.

inb4 there is no meaning
theres a bigger picture
I don't know i'm only human

CANNOT STOP THE BATTERY

>it's the ebb and flow of nature and life would be incredibly boring without it.
that doesn't have to be the case.

Necessity is the mother of invention.

>the mind witch you can control
you don't really control it though.

did Rick really die? i quit watching the show like 5 years ago but didn't the new season just come out after he died? was it confirmed?

The universe is mechnical in nature and indifferent to the needs of man (man vs environment)

Limited resources and multiple players who desire them (man vs environment)

The generation of things to come depends solely on our interpretation of what we are handed, we believe ourselves to perpetuate existence but it is the folly of that very belief that causes the fringes of reality to turn inward, by extension causing that residencies of proprietal thought great havoc. Much like no man is an island so does the storm frighten that which stands against the collective. That is the nature of the animal you see before you. Dead or alive, it doesnt matter, nothing matters in the fiery wakes of hell.

You attract what you embody. It is done unto you as you believe. What are you a magnet for?

Sin

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I get what you’re saying but damn you sound like a fedora wearing faggot