I got over black pilling after reading Ernst Juenger's Storm of Steel

I read Storm of Steel, as part of my military history project. <br><br>I can tell you that even in the face of hellhole trench warfare, Ernst Juenger was still able to maintain a sense of pride and beauty in the war. I couldn't help but think about the fact that the same trenches he was killing people in and fighting for his life in, is a pale-comparison to the brutal and nasty social dynamics of my high school. I mean sure, in WW1 there wasn't any sexual thirst, there were no women to begin with. But the comradeship and sense of unity that the men shared seems to be something that I can never experience no matter how hard I try, and I can't stop but feel the seething hatred at the fact that I got born into the wrong era. <br><br>I can tell you that there is beauty in the brutal, uncanny and cathartic, elements of the world. Yes, this world is a cold and uncaring place, a hellhole that is designed to break you. But that is part of the beauty. In the end, the beauty is in the suffering, the pain, the fear and the madness. Our forebears were able to find beauty in the hellhole of war, I don't see what's stopping me from finding it in my own life. <br><br>I always knew that I never had a problem recognizing the brutality of the world. What I did have a problem with was accepting it as is. I always had a sense of bitterness at the face of the world. But now I feel like that sense of bitterness has gone. I am able to face the black pill head-on, and not flinch.