Dear Mulbert, if life means different things to every person, doesn't that therefore suggest that life has no inherent meaning and, moreover, life is meaningless? This confuses me frequently... Why should I continue without purpose, in the face of the necessary struggle it takes to survive? Thanks xx
i’ve always liked ecclesiastes but upon rereading it i notice how many times statements are punctuated with “and this too, is meaningless”
i like it man it’s like the dude had the same brain tapes i have
"we’re all fucked, everything is meaningless"
"because everything is meaningless, we should just take it day by day and delight in what we have in life"
"delight, also, is meaningless"