Oh yeah? I’ll start my own life. With Blackjack. And hookers. In fact, forget about the life.
You’re not only allowed to make your own meaning, there is no other choice.
Then don’t.
Sit in it, ask it questions, find out what it’s all about.
9 times out of 10, it’s just your inner child who’s been neglected and misunderstood. Once you take the time to give love to your inner less developed psyche, you’ll not need to find escapism.
Because there will be no pain to escape from.
Love yourself, you deserve it.
And just to get you started… Let me open the door for you:
This image just reminds me of the videogame “pools”
On the plus side, you only have to keep busy until the wonderful day it all finally ends. sob
On the bright side you will eventually die and then you don’t have to worry about existentialism anymore
edit: I was just trying the dark humor thing buuut it’s also kinda just true and there can be a tranquility to accepting that fact
Isn’t that just the meaning of life?
That’s what living superficially running from new thing to new thing does to a person
Turns out getting your life together doesn’t really ease the constantly simmering existential dread.
At least I know that now.
The all acts because it acts.
It definitely has some campy/quacky parts, but I think the underlying idea of The Power of Now is worth contemplating: the emptiness is peace, and it is rather the ego that derives despair from an inability to assert over or distract from it.
Weltschmerz
