Really, none of this matters. We are the tiniest disturbance in the Universe — a momentary phenomenon on one of a gajillion particle balls that sent out a few infinitesimal pieces of dust in different directions before self-destructing.
So find something to enjoy while you fritter away your pointless existence. Is it family, or food, or art... if you are struggling to survive, none of this really applies, but I don’t think that’s your situation.
So find something to enjoy while you fritter away your pointless existence. Is it family, or food, or art... if you are struggling to survive, none of this really applies, but I don’t think that’s your situation.