So just as the title states, I think life is basically pointless. I actually dug myself into this depressive hole my thinking about life and what the meaning/reason/purpose is. I basically ran through the ideas of waking up every morning to go to school/work/etc. and having to do whatever. Every. single. day. That is all I see of life; waking up to do stuff, reach goals, “accomplish” things, and then face our inevitable demise. Yep. So we basically live to die, how meaningful *note sarcasm*.
A great example of how I see things is like the myth of Sisyphus, in which he was cursed to just […]