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I think a rarely discussed but commonly felt desire is to simply not exist.
Not to die or to never have been born but to simply be nothing.
The desire to go to sleep and never wake up.
The wish to not have to think anymore.
Wanting to fade into empty bliss.
And how ironic in that finally achieving this, the satisfaction that you crave will never be obtained.
Because in being nothing you won't feel anything.
But I suppose that's part of the appeal.
The simple longing to let go of consciousness.
Not such a violent passion as the pursuit of death.
But both stemming from the same frantic escapism.
The need to distance oneself from sentience.
To be a part of the largest insignificance that the mind can comprehend.
To be able to exhale the stress and never breathe in again.
To not have to experience this anymore.
And in pondering this concept, one can be engulfed by the lust for idyllic nothingness.
The hypothetical comfort of losing all awareness and sensation, all of which proves too inviting to ignore.
The enticing and radical fantasy of non-being.
So do you ever catch yourself idealising moments of liminality?
A moment when you are in nothing but transit.
I suppose the question is...
Do you ever feel the desire to simply not exist?