The meaning of living even though my heart is broken
Even now, every day I start my day regretting not getting a job in my 20s. I passed a difficult exam with a hard job, but I was working another job at that time and for some reason I didn't change jobs. Even though I studied hard in order to change jobs, I passed the exam. Even now, I have no idea why they did that. Also, there was a person I loved who would have been able to confidently propose if I had gotten that stable job. But in the end, they also withdrew.
I'm already dead at this point.
After that, I thought about this every day, and in the midst of regret and pain, I somehow lived to this age without eating anything.
Oh, I quit my job, and now I'm just waking up, eating, and sleeping. There's nothing. I don't have the courage to commit suicide (if euthanasia is permitted, I'll do it right now), and I have no choice but to just survive such boring days.
Why do I have no meaning to live anymore, so I have to live any longer? If I had changed jobs normally at that time, I would have had such a wonderful life, and tomorrow morning it will begin again with this regret.
To be honest, it's unscrupulous, but I want to become an incurable disease or cancer that cannot be cured. Then I can already see the end of my life.
Why do I have to live and continue living this life that has no value at all, which has finally come to an end?
