I’m always wondered - What does it all mean, and what are you supposed to do when there isn’t any story, any purpose, any quest outside of what we create in our mind? Every now and then I get a horrible shock, when I realise how utterly random my entire life is, and how uncertain each moment really is. We constantly struggle to ignore the thought of death, because it’s too terrible to consider simply not existing. So is everything we do just a distraction? Is there really nothing more, nothing higher and better and lovelier, than this mundane existance? To quote Woody Allen, life is “ full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering and unhappiness - and it’s all over much too quickly.” Well the truth is, I can’t really believe life is empty and meaningless, even if I can think it. And it’s never much bothered me when I’m around people and happy. So maybe the entire question, the whole angsty case for the emptiness of life, is really just something we use to escape from seeing the emptiness of our own lives. Anyway, here’s to living whatever life is, regardless of what’s behind it all. G'night world Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone. |
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