{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

As I entered the house ,after coming back from the office I was pensive as usual.Though I worked very hard-all I ever got in the office was abuses.Every day ,the moment I entered the house,my two year old dog Atma,jumped at me and  licked my hands.Atma was the only creature in the whole wide world who cared for me.

Yesterday,as I was particularly sad,I hugged Atma as cried into its silky fur.Atma tried to lick away my tears.
However,today when I entered the house there was no Atma to greet me at the door.It was strange was Atma always came running the me the moment he heard my footsteps.

I shouted"Atma,I have got choco biscuits for you".But there was no response.As I entered the bed room I came across I a ghastly  sight-Atma's white fur had turned red-due to blood.
I was stunned and could not move from my place.In the opposite wall in big red letters was written"Your Dog is Dead,it was weeping when we crushed its skull,Loser".

So,they hated me so much that they could not let even Atma be with me.I closed my friends eyes and dissolved into tears.
I took an old blanket& wrapped it around his body.
I said Atma today they have turned my heart into stone.
I put the blanket on my bike & drove towards the nearby moor which was next to the cemetery. I decided that once I bury my dear old friend,I d drive off the bridge.Then,the two of us can be together again.I knew that Atma was destined for heaven because of his innocence but he will tell Saint Pet. he cannot come in without his best friend.

I can barely see the road as my eyes were blurry due to tears.
I could not bear the thought of burying my friend.I decided to drive off the bridge with him straight away.

It does sound like Cioran. Cioran is certainly someone I can greatly identify with. There maybe some lucky people around the world but I certainly am not one of those.

This is a heartless world.Most people are only worried about money and yet from time to time we do come across acecdotes about great self sacrifice.
Schopenhauer speaks about self denial.No will ,No world.
I do get it sometimes.But I must admit there are times when I fear that this idea,while it brings me a great deal of peace,is also turning me very cold hearted.

One cannot be warm hearted and yet distant from the suffering.It is an either/ or thing.

Senor Raul,
It is life's great tragedy that one is supposed to care about the well being of the other and yet be somehow detached from them.I appreciate your sentiments towards your sister.
Is that not what drives men insane? Catch-22. Damned if you do & damned if you don't. I don't believe that even the mighty Schopenhauer was entirely at peace. He suffered from frequent bouts of melancholy and panic attacks.

How many nights did he spend without falling asleep properly.Sleep is no cure. The nightmares themselves are enough to keep me awake for as long as possible. And yet eventually I must succumb to them like everyone else.
So,here is what my life entails:waking up into a nightmare,falling asleep into another one.