Just believe it
People think that life is something else, but that’s not true, life is not your coin collection, it only is by illusion, once you have a wife by your side. What about after? Afterwards, everything around you is as if it didn’t exist and never existed, it has less value than a turd.
But everyone manages, because first the music, then the wife, then the coins, you more or less find your struggle. But the gaps in between are numerous, because no one is really one hundred percent stupid. Proof of this is that everyone is afraid of their own death, which is the least developed version of the anguish of the whole, therefore we all got a mind, dimwits and not.
You feel sorry for the grown-up who comes visiting at my house and happily talks about coins and this and that, and then somehow ends up on the topic of death because he’s shitting himself about the fact that we die.
«So, yeah, you could read John Doe, who tells you that XYZ.»
«Hrmm, ok, but honestly, I don’t know if these things are true.»
«Noooo, you’re not supposed to see if it’s true, you have to believe!»
It is not acceptable to have to deal with one’s consciousness and at the same time having to care about surviving. Either one or the other, or else it’s hell.