It really is. What is the point of anything? For the life of me, I cannot figure it out. I like to be happy, sure, but it is not necessary. I like to meet people. I like ice cream. What is the point of anything in relation to the rest of the world? Is it everything? Is it nothing? I am currently leaning toward nothing. This is not to say, however, that this "nothing" is not important. Happiness is important. Love is important. Everything is important, just completely arbitrarily so. If it matters to you, it matters. There doesn't need to be a reason. I love reasons, but we don't need them to get by. The world still turns even if we don't know why there are 24 hours in a day or why my favorite color is gray. I am very comfortable with the fact that nothing has a real reason. It makes things easier to swallow. Like death. If there is no actual purpose for living, if nothing we do really matters, death is not such a big deal. This is not to say that it is not sad when someone dies, but the world still turns. It is sad--sometimes profoundly so--but it happens to everyone at some point. It is not special. There is no reason why. While life is essentially pointless, it is also beautiful. Experiencing things is something I try not to take for granted. Everyone experiences these arbitrary things, and everyone experiences them differently. People have beautiful, unique, pointless thoughts. That blows my mind. Everything is pointless; everything is beautiful.
How strange it is to be anything at all.
