Nature doesn't care. Two weeks after you've been put in the ground, nobody will remember you. Once you're gone, you're gone. Millions of years of evolution coming to an abrupt, bitter, lonely halt.

The people with beautiful, big, happy, loving families will continue to fill the world. They'll walk by you in the street, you'll look at them with envy and they'll look back with pity, and the parents will take the opportunity to warn their kids about what happens when you get stuck in hate and resentment.

It's not too late to turn it around. One day you might look into your perfect child's eyes and thank the heavens you're not that man any more. The hate replaced by love. The void filled by a purpose and responsibility that allows you to persevere through even the hardest days with pride, not scorn, knowing that a piece of you will live on forever.

If you don't, it doesn't matter. You're only hurting yourself. The world will keep on turning, with or without you.