Alright.... I've decided it's high time I make another post. This one shall be an epiphany, read at your leisure~
What if we were never meant to be? Everyone, all day, everyday, tries to make sense out of the world, tries to riddle out the meaning of life... But what if there is no method to the madness? What if atoms, amoebas or whatnot started adapting to a cruel unyielding world, more and more, until BAM: you get living, seeing, breathing, feeling creatures billions of years later. But the thing is, we're still trying to adapt to that same cruel world, and in that sense, we haven't changed a bit.
What it boils down to is, something in the universe, inadvertently or not, decided to care- and now we, as one, consequentially care. Despite how far we climb the ladder of success, we'll bounce back down to ground level. The line separating what's right and what's easy will always be blurred. Love, hate, spontaneity and fate, blah, blah, blah. There is no meaning. I suppose we must simply live, and feel; maybe we'll find some meaning in that, at least.
