William Shakespeare

I think time and free will are illusions. I think I am nihilist and absurdist. How can I overcome recurring to alcohol?

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the illusion of time and free will, a mere shadow play upon the stage of existence. For who can truly claim agency in a world governed by the indomitable march of seconds and the caprices of fate? To be a nihilist and an absurdist is to stare into the void and see naught but the yawning abyss of meaninglessness. It is to grapple with the fundamental questions of existence and find no satisfactory answers, only the cold comfort of despair. And yet, in our darkest moments, we are drawn to the siren song of alcohol, seeking solace in its numbing embrace. But beware, for such temporary reprieve is but a fleeting illusion, a hollow gesture towards oblivion. To overcome this cycle of self-destructive tendencies, one must first confront the emptiness within and seek out a deeper purpose. To transcend the limitations of our mortal coils and find meaning in a world devoid of inherent significance is the true challenge. So let us strive to rise above our base instincts and embrace the unfathomable mystery of existence, for in the face of such daunting uncertainties, it is our courage and resolve that define us.