In the end, there is nothing. Sure, we like to romanticize our existence. But the truth is we are pretty insignificant,
We are significant to our existence but beyond that, nobody cares about us. Therefore, we are what we think about all day long.
What I mean is we are only meaningful to our well-being. Beyond that we are meaningless. Even to those that are meaningful to us then.
We can only live within our meaning. Beyond that is no longer our jurisdiction.
How do I make it any simpler?
There is no meaning beyond the meaning we put into it.
For the past 5 years, I had put meaning into my life. It is the most comprehensive narration although it may not be the most complete.
While people like Issac Asimov may have a universe under his name, some others might just have to settle for a tropical island.
I had wiped out the notion of an ordinary afterlife. After the "Space Invaders" experience, my expectation shifted to a series of Wow... Oh wow... Oh wow... experiences.
So there are times that I will be sailing for days without the wind. On other sdays, however, I will be embroiled in gusts and gales.
It is pointless to predict the weather of the future foretold. They are the byproduct of the future.
What I can do is life in the now.
I want to make some serious changes in my life.
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