life after 30 is a slow-motion suicide without family. it's all the negatives of getting old; watching your friends drift away as they start their own families, your parents and siblings getting old and die, watching everything in your life slowly putter out as the magic fades; without any of the positives of things like family or community to shore you up. everything rots away and you're left with the bleakness of oblivion, no hope of anything continuing. anyone who has experienced considerable ageing among his family members (or already in himself), knows how blackpilling it is. it's really rough, once people pass their early 50s (or sometimes even sooner) you start to notice the slip-ups, forgetfulness, the declining of fine motor skills, the difficulties understanding new information. human existence is a tragedy, there are so few years that you are allowed with full mental and physical strength. your peak years are mostly wasted with education, where you have barely any control over your own life, because you have little to no money nor autonomy. add to that the time spent sleeping, working, hygiene, housework, shopping, appointments, visits to the workshop - what do we have left? everyone who has to work for a living basically leads a precarious existence, regardless of whether they are a simple worker or a well-paid employee. before they have built up a comfortable fortune and a well established understanding of the world, the body goes downhill.
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