I live for a moment of purpose that will never come.
The universe is pointless and life has no meaning. We're all chunks of flesh and bone that will be reduced to nothing more than particles in the time we die. I f****** hatge this reality for the lack of meaning, the absolute pointlessness of our primordial soup. And I don't know why I'm limited to this one experience, whereas I could have been anybody else. If I can only live my life as one organism, does that mean reality is relative without purpose? A universal experience which fractures any drive to do? Either way, nothing matters. It will all be gone, and that keeps me awake, until I sleep for eternity.Oct 28, 2020