It often feels to me that absolutely nothing matters, and that what seems to matter is just illusion for some greater purpose we’ll never know about. Probably some shitty purpose that compliments what we do best, skullfuck one another. And even worse, if there is a final purpose, we won’t be a part of it, we’re just stepping stones. Opinion, although greatly exaggerated.
I often ask, what’s the point? I don’t wanna be an ant. And then I forget all that when I’m drunk, because everything seems to matter then. Fuck, if you won’t give me a purpose, I’ll find my own lol. Ironic part is, that’s probably normal.
I question it a lot, since nothing ever makes any sense. Initially, it seems to me that we exist only to survive, then die, and then keep doing that. But why? Fucks if I know. Is there even a why? Do ants question why they exist? Does a dying gazelle go, ’‘why God WHY’’ when it’s getting owned by a lion?
Man everything is so complicated lol.