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 […]