I’m going to lay this out there. Those people who are searching ceaselessly for some meaning in life, are wasting their time. The truth, the one and only absolutely objective truth, is that there is no meaning to life; no purpose, no reason to exist, we just do. A consequence of astrophysical events that allowed the earth to congeal out of the molten space matter created by the explosion of a previously existing star; possibly extinguishing “intelligent life” that had previously circled it in a cosmic ellipse of doom.
All I am saying people is give up this illusion of control, delusions of personal value; the idea that you somehow matter more than the asshole next to you.
I used to believe that there was some sort of truth, or at least field of study, founded on truth, objectivity that I could go into, and find meaning in that. What I’ve found however, is that my chosen field is just as profit seeking, predatorily capitalistic, and so bereft of objectivity that the shield of anonymity is a necessity in offering honest critique on another’s work.
“All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie”
This absolute absence of truth is why people need things like god and love; because they are weak. They need that promise of some higher purpose or meaningfulness, and so they engage the cognitive opiates of religion or the pursuit of love. Neither of which actually exist, the latter merely being an exhibition of the human mind’s innately utilitarianism. These things obscure the objective truth and soften its blow upon the realization; which I imagine most people only come to upon the occasion of their final breath. You are born alone, you die alone, and in the middle you are a blind fool if you don’t feel lonely.