the only answer i know
I guess I could be better now, but I could also be far worse. I have been far worse so so many times, so many times. So many nights I wanted to just end, mornings I didn’t know what to do with myself on.
But what does it all mean?
Ahh the question, that question, the bane and beauty of my existence. What does it all mean?
It doesn’t mean, nothing means, meaning does not exist. It is a construct of the human pysche, ontologically speaking it is nothing.
It is so easy to use as an excuse though, oh none of this means anything, why bother with anything? This is too that, that is too this, and both are far too nothing. I don’T want to do that, to be a noer, to be pessimist…
There is only one thing for me to do – do the things that I can be proud of. And I do want to…
