May 9
thank you minecraft for existing.
in other news
the thesis of life is no more and no less than living. there is no meaning to distill. there is no cruel secret. your hands are the combination of the genes of billions of ancestors who used their hands to make and to break and to love and to hate and now you can use yours to do the same or you can relinquish them. you are no better or worse for what you do with them. you are human. I’m tired of people claiming meaning. claiming truth. ‘why’ is an invention. ‘what’ is all there is. live. love. hurt. cry. make. die. be. you are. that is enough. you don’t need anything else. and then, eventually, you aren’t. and that too is enough.
#idk#I’m getting tired of people and all their claims of meaning#it’s really getting on my nerve#I hope this post doesn’t grt so big that people without hands will see it and I’ll have to address it#it’s just like. metonymy#may the gods smite me down#may jove cast me from the steps of olympus#may I die a thousand deaths and yet live to rot once more#nihilism is only a question#not a complete philosophy#and existentialism is trying to run away from the question#and absurdism is refusing to answer#but I have decided to answer#you are the continuation of a chemical reaction#that has been going for almost 4 billion years#you are the same chemical reaction that saw the rise and fall of the roman empire#the same that survived the chicxulub meteor#you are the same reaction as the birds that sing outside your window#and the sharks that swim in the sea#you are the same reaction that painted sunflowers#and invented God#isn’t that wonderful?#isn’t that beautiful?#I love life#and the idea that it needs meaning is the idea that life isn’t worth living on its own#(that last one I pulled straight from Nietzsche)#ok goodbye everyone#I’ll be back later or something#I love y’all#remember to live
