In our society, death has become a distant, abstract fact, except at rare moments. This is simply the result of our prosperity, and it is something that cannot be overcome through mere thinking, even if it were a desirable thing for the reality of death to resonate within you.

This is not a bad thing. You cannot enjoy the rush of life if you spend it in constant fear of death. Moreover, I think it is important not to think of death in the way that some morose people do--as a way to malign life, as a way to say, "life is pointless." This is rarely the response of someone who actually feels the reality of death, be he a soldier, a cancer survivor, or what have you.

The intellectually morose person who uses death as an abstract fact to malign life is really saying, "It is not that am I afraid to get what I want out of life, but that I want nothing out of life." I suspect the same can often be said about those who adopt the "blue pill" outlook on life. For many men I think it amounts to them telling themselves, "It's not that I am afraid of being rejected by women, it is that I respect them too much to treat them like objects," or something along those lines. In similar ways, people tell themselves that money isn't important, that they don't really want success or accomplishment that much after all, and so on. All of this ideology and so-called wisdom is a mask for fear.

Does this mean that someone with a properly "red pill" attitude to life should abstain from all philosophy, from the deeper questions of life? No. It merely means that you should be careful that your philosophical/religious/moral thinking does not become just a cover for your fear, an excuse to not at least try to get what you want out of life.

With that disclaimer out of the way, then, let me speak some of my own philosophy on death and the meaning of life. I don't think it counts for much, but in quiet moments I do derive some comfort from it.

I remember a few weeks ago when a poster brought up the question of "Red Pill Endgame." His concern was that a life of spinning plates would eventually lead to a lonely old age and death (although if I recall correctly he didn't really want to directly admit that this was his concern). I've had similar kinds of concerns as well, and not only when it comes to a wife and children, but I worry about dying without having accomplished anything of permanence.

These kinds of thoughts usually occur during lulls in activity, the various down times and recuperation periods that occur in your life for various reasons. During these times I often get the sense that there is some great unknown purpose which I should be moving towards. But I don't know what the eventual goal is, and the only thing pointing in the direction of this unknown goal is my own heart.

This sounds sappy as fuck I know. But the point is that, at times like that, when I wonder if I should go get another wife, or something else like that, I ask myself, "Is that what my heart wants?" And right now, the answer is no. And that's enough. The question of whether I will be happy in the future, of whether I will have done enough with my life, is not something that anyone or anything else can answer. Death takes it all in the end anyway. Whatever larger purpose our life does have is unfathomable, and your own heart is the only guide to it.

A big point is made on this subreddit of having a thick skin, of dropping one's naivety, of adopting a certain callousness towards women and life generally, for the sake of navigating them better. And I think that it is true to say that many people demonize this hardened outlook on life simply because it will force them to recognize their own weakness for what it is.

However, this does not mean that one should lose all kindness and generosity. Rather, kindness and generosity acquire their fullest character in the absence of fear. If you are living your life right, your heart will be generous.