When I think about life and the meaning of it, I realise that there actually isn’t any meaning to it at all. Basically, the less than 100 years given to us on the planet are nothing compared to the infinity of death waiting for us.
Life is fleeting and death is eternal. What’s even the point?
For every second of our lives, there’s an infinity of death out there, biding its time.
I understand the whole ‘you make your own meaning’ thing about life, and that it’s ‘what you make it’, but that doesn’t give it any more relevance in my opinion.
Right now I’m actually happy, which makes a nice change, but that hasn’t stopped me from considering the pointlessness of life in general. One day we’ll all be dead. One day the human race will be forced into oblivion. One day, there’ll be no record of us or our race left on the earth. Every little tiny thing we did will have been for nothing.
It’s just kind of hopeless, really.
Maybe it would be easier if I wasn’t so  totally aware of the uselessness of life?
Thing is, I prefer ugly truths to beautiful lies.
The honest ugliness of life beats the dishonest beauty.
Nothing is ever as it seems, unless it seems horrible- then it’s worse.
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Truth is beauty….said Keats. Too bad so few people care to know truth. The world and life would be a lot better without gossip and lies.
Your point is one I share. We exist for a brief flash in the overall element of existence. Then we are gone…no heaven, no afterlife….just gone. Did we leave anything behind? Perhaps, but then in another flash, that will be forgotten too.
We as humans can do amazing things with our technology and abilities. This world could be an amazing place, but humans are too busy with greed, self interest and power. So now we watch as we send ourselves into oblivitation, while we point our finger at the other guy.