On meaninglessness //a part of my diary Dear weirdo, you know sometimes, life feels like the vampire who sucks his shit, it just sucks the life out of us. everything seems meaningless and everything seems to be stuck in a never-ending cycle of lust, joy, and pain. the feelings distributed evenly on an unevenly distributed time scale. like slow pains stay longer, joyfulness just goes away. everything seems equal and the overall mood-life graph appears to be linear. a straight line. a flat line. a flat lime soda, with no lime and fizz, just flat. this may sound deep but trust me, it's flat. that was the feelings overall I have had for today. and if you ask me for an answer to the meaning of life? I may say: (part a) it has no meaning. it's just a time pass. you born. you grow adult. you fuck. pass on your genes. so, they can fuck and the fucking cycle continues. until a meteor comes and fucks everyone. but then theirs another utopian part (part b) of me saying the only reason to live is to love and the reason to love is no reason. part a: so, that's what I said! life is meaningless! part b: maybe you don't need any meaning to live, to enjoy, or to do anything. part a: but this is still meaningless. why do meaningless things? why can't I just die? part b: won't that be meaningless? hmm.. maybe life is meaningless but until you only for yourself. think about the feeling of helping someone. think about the feeling when last time you complimented your mother for the food. doesn't it feel good? maybe that's what we are supposed to do. because if everything is meaningless why do things which makes us sad? because afterall if being sad and happy is equal to being meaningless, stay happy. make others around you happy. ending my diary here because except this the day was meaningless. thank you for listening.
