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bloomer
A place for optimism, relentless positivity, anti-doomerism, and snuggle sessions.
We're all in this together, and a better world is possible!
This is now also a space for organizing tips for our collective survival as we confront climate change and everything else. Still no doom-posting. We're here to work together, support each other, and boldly face the future.
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I personally really have problems with the "world of suffering" argument because my grandparents were born born while China was being invaded by Japan after years of civil war, and my parents were born during the Great Chinese Famine.
They all had or have had more than their fair share of suffering but never once did I hear them regret their lives.
Just another misanthropic reddit edge lord. Don't mind them.
Got a real brain genius over here
"I didn't know lyrics were copyrighted."
I just... What?
I guess that’s something that comes with the severe depression. I already regret my own life half the time and I’ve been relatively privileged. If my life had sucked more for material reasons my parents obviously knew about I’d be pissed at them.