I don’t know how exactly to describe whatever experience that’s floating around in my head, but here I go.
You can’t really fail at Life. The fact you exist is proof you deserve to. There’s no meaning to Life. You are the meaning.
So there’s this uniquely frustrating experience witnessed when a lessser being asks the greater one what they’re meant to do, and when given the response, “whatever…” they seem to make self-sabotaging decisions, as if since whatever they do doesn’t matter, even though they have mass and take up space, that they don’t matter, too.
“I don’t matter,” should be considered blasphemous to atheists.
whatever…
This turned into one of those random posts that spawned from a relevant thought, but kept taking tangents you never even saw to get to a point that…I don’t care to explain anymore.
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You’re dumb if you try taking meaning from my words.
♡Sugar☆World☮ 