The point is? The purpose?
Why do we exist and live and die?
Why is not freely given. That detail was left out of the DIY-humanity kit.
Possible answers are concealed
behind temple walls,
above the clouds,
between our bodies and the real part of us inside ourselves,
that we never really see.
We climb mountains and consult priests.
Begging, somebody tell us, please, why.
What the hell are we supposed to be doing down here?
If you are like me, the truth you've chosen is that there is no why.
No cosmic mission or meaning. Or if there is, we will never know it.
Never comprehend the God's or the Greater Than's plan,
so it's a waste searching it out anyways.
But, what if the why doesn't matter. What if we stopped giving a fuck
about why we are here, and just appreciate that we are. For a moment.
That's all we are given anyways, one minuscule moment
before the universe swallows our souls and recycles them into supernovas.
I decided to stop caring about the why, because no matter why I am right now,
I am. I'm here.
Why doesn't matter. You're here too, and I'm glad you are.
Now, go fucking do something about it. You haven't got long,
three blinks and no one remembers you were here.
Might as well be in a good mood anyway.
Whether there's a why or not, you breathing now is a miracle,
don't throw it out. Just... go be something. It doesn't matter what.
Just live, you know why? Because you fucking can, that's why.\
You are. You're doing it right now.
If there is an other side, I'll see you there, and you can tell me all about it.
We'll swap stories. Make it a good one, okay?