What is the absolute point of living?
Everything goes blurry around the edges.
What if this idea of the ‘purpose’ is just a myth to keep us going?
You know? That idea, that we can do something. That there is a purpose for us here on this earth? That we can make a difference?
What if the reality, is that we cry, eat, s***, and ****, get bald, get old, and die.
Life is fleeting.
And sometimes, maybe, its just purposeless.
Im sure a poet or a writer has written about this feeling. In fact I’m certain it even has a name.
So if life is just a mess of half remembered moments, what about making those moments count?
What about getting your head out of that book, your eyes away from that TV series, and ….make some memorable moments. Its all you have.
That time we spend wasting away time, it fades away. The time, fades away.
What if time was an illusion.
A big trick.
Sad ain’t it?