Engels, Frederick, socialist, born in Barmen on Nov. 28, 1820, the son of a well-to-do manufacturer. Took up commerce, but already at an early age began propagating radical and socialist ideas in newspaper articles and speeches. After working for some time as a clerk in Bremen and serving for one year as an army volunteer in Berlin in 1842, he went for two years to Manchester, where his father was co-owner of a cotton mill.
In 1844 he worked for the Deutsch-Französische Jahrbücher published by Arnold Ruge and Karl Marx in Paris. In 1844 he returned to Barmen and in 1845 addressed communist meetings organised by Moses Hess and Gustav K?ttgen in Elberfeld. Then, until 1848, he lived alternately in Brussels and Paris; in 1846 he joined, with Marx, the secret Communist League, a predecessor of the International, and represented the Paris communities at the two League congresses in London in 1847. On the League's instructions, he wrote, jointly with Marx, the Communist Manifesto addressed to the "working men of all countries", which was published shortly before the February revolution [1848] (a new edition appeared in Leipzig in 1872).
In 1848 and 1849 E. worked in Cologne for the Neue Rheinische Zeitung edited by Marx, and after its suppression he contributed, in 1850, to the Politisch-oekonomische Revue. He witnessed the uprisings in Elberfeld, the Palatinate and Baden and took part in the Baden-Palatinate campaign as aide-de-camp in Willich's volunteer corps. After the suppression of the Baden uprising E. returned as a refugee to England and re-entered his father's firm in Manchester in 1850.
He retired from business in 1869 and has lived in London since 1870. He assisted his friend Marx in providing support for the international labour movement, which arose in 1864, and in carrying on social-democratic propaganda. E. was Secretary for Italy, Spain and Portugal on the General Council of the International. He advocates Marxian communism in opposition to both "petty bourgeois" Proudhonist and nihilistic Bakuninist anarchism. His main work is The Condition of the Working-Class in England (Leipzig, 1845; new edition, Stuttgart, 1892), which, although one-sided, possesses undeniable scientific value. His Anti-Dühring is a polemic of considerable size (2nd ed. Zurich, 1886). E.'s other published works include Ludwig Feuerbach and the End of Classical German Philosophy (Stuttgart, 1888), The Origin of the Family Socialism: Utopian and Scientific (4th ed., Berlin, 1891). E. also published Vols 2 and 3 of Karl Marx's Capital and the 3rd and 4th editions of Vol. I, and contributed many articles to the Neue Zeit.
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It really sucks when literally everything in every aspect of your life feels futile. I've somehow internalized a very edgy, adolescent "heh nothing matters because the sun is gonna die someday" philosophy as an adult who thought he had long progressed past that.
Any time I try to do anything that's supposed to help me, the entire experience is colored by that blackpill outlook. For a while i adopted that whole "if i can make a difference in just one person's life then that's all that matters" but that feels so hollow now. And I know it's dumb, I used to be able to deal with it.I feel like the world has nothing to offer me, and I have nothing to offer it.
Maybe it's because I'm almost 25 and I realize how nothing my life has been, and I spent a good chunk of this year thinking I was gonna die, but I don't even care. I know what I could maybe do to be less miserable, but even that end goal doesn't appeal to me anymore.
There is the true fact that given world contions you might be having your mid life crisis. Also, around 25 your frontal lobe just finishes calcification. So maybe you are seeing thing literally differently
One simple trick that Nihilists hate! Laughter. Laugh at the meaninglessness. Laugh at the futility. Laugh at the absurd contrast between joy and suffering. Laugh at the disparity of wealth. Laugh that the rich are miserable and the poor are smiling. Its all really quite funny. Comedy=Tragedy+Time. Time is relative so you decide when suffering becomes funny. If you can laugh more than you cry than you are winning even if you are just laughing at your own suffering.
It is easier to laugh when things aren't so hard. It makes sense to try to better life for yourself and for others. No matter how good you have it there will always be suffering in life but laughter makes the load lighter.
This used to be my thing. None of it is funny anymore.
It'll come back around again eventually. I'm sorry that you are there in that space.
At the moment I keep coming back to the IDF jizz retrieval squad if I need a quick pick me up.