Sometimes you’re just minding your own business when out of the blue reality hits you: life is meaningless.
But despite your new-found revelation, you carry on with a big grin on your face, pretending everything’s all right; eventually, you’ll realise life isn’t meaningless or meaningful, and that meaning’s just a construct our brains conjure to make us comfortable with our time here on earth.
Whatever life’s meaning or lack thereof, life goes on; and in any case, it’d probably be a good idea to pretend that life’s meaningful just in case it turns out to really be true. The decision to treat life as meaningful should really be a dominating one — what’s there to lose if we treat it as such?
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