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Did you know that there is no word for "the fear of living"? At least I couldn't find one. Pantophobia is the fear of everything. If you're afraid of everything, you'd be afraid of death (necrophobia), making it impossible for you to kill yourself. Apeirophobia is the fear of eternity. If you're afraid that life will go on forever after we die, you're probably not in a rush to find out. Not being afraid to die doesn't necessarily mean you're suicidal. You might argue that even suicidal people are afraid of killing themselves, hell it's kept me alive all these years. If you make the conscious effort to try, it's not death you are afraid of, it's pain. So why does this matter? Killing yourself doesn't mean you're not afraid of dying. It means you're afraid of living. If you're so afraid of living that you're willing to commit suicide, I would ask you to try living your life as if you weren

There is no consensus on one model or explanation of what dreams are, how they happen, and what their purpose is if anything. Current popular neurological theories include your brain fires randomly at the "pons" which is kinda in by your brain stem and this causes firing all over the brain. Firing causes you to experience things even when you're sleeping. Psychological approaches to dreams find practical uses in their implications of the subconscious. Some believe perhaps some dreams could be simulated scenarios in which the brain prepares itself for future outcomes. Or perhaps you're just sleepy and stuff you're scared of surfaces when you sleep. There is no reason that dreams must be profound windows into our mind, although there is quite a lot of support and anecdotal evidence that our dreams can be meaningful representations of crucial thoughts our mind feels we must address. The exact mechanism of how dreams are created isn't really understood, or why

If any of you have ever met a curious child, you've descended the staircase of "why" a thousand times. The ending is always the same, we get to the point where we can't explain why anymore and the only answer left is "because." For most humans, this answer isn't enough. So we spend our lives trying to explain why life is here when, at the root of it all, the answer is simple and non-consequential. We pull our hair out trying to give ourselves purpose or taking it from deities. The enigma of life's meaning has driven countless people mad as they try to fill their craving for an answer. Why life? Because. The view that I support is that the meaning of life is happiness. I refer to happiness as any feeling that makes someone feel good, whether joy, peace, love, or other pleasure. This is what makes me want to live; why live in constant misery with no hope? Pleasure or emotion is part of what makes humans humans, and is what most people work