people live meaningless chaotic and free
humanities attempts to find meaning in life is absurd when the meaning of life is to die,
not necessarily to die but the in-between of the moment you are born to the moment you die.
tomorrow i could step in front of a car and die. i could have a blood clot in my leg and die. i could have a heart attack and die. the possibility isn't zero.
the meaning is created while we are all still looking for it.
a memory with friends, dinner with your family, reading by the beach, finding passion in a hobby. we make meaning by living, yet still search.
every moment of our waking lives as we breathe live and die we create meaning that will be forgotten.
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a personal blog from a stupid individual
Poetrythoughts on life, intricately. first 5 entries - originally wrote december 2022 5-7 march 2023 8-9 january 2024
