If there is more evidence that shows there is no purpose to this universe and our being, why do people conclude that this means their life means nothing? That’s it’s all meaningless? Why can’t it be that you are free to choose whatever purpose you feel like choosing. Does that not satisfy you? That you don’t just have one purpose.. but an infinite amount where your creativity, curiosity, imagination and drive is the only limit.“No gods nor masters, just us.”. What then would happen to humanity when they collectively realize that they are not bound by anything, not even destiny exists in our reality. You create your destinies along the way (sorta off topic but; this is where my immense dislike for astrology comes from).

Isn’t it grand, beautiful, perplexing, strange and so much more that our mere existence is a chance? That we could’ve easily not been here yet we are here. What are we to do about it as a whole? Shrivel up and die by our beliefs as we reject reality? Or say hello to the rest of the Universe and what we are all a part of, the process that we aren’t just watchmen for but have joined in the minute we are born? The minute our ancestral seeds began growing here on Earth. I am so tired of us being idle, indulging in senseless wars and pointless bickering and countless political debates for centuries on end until we have killed ourselves and the rest of the species along with us. We’ve sent men to the moon for god’s sake. Why not use the fact that we can literally think our way out of this planet with wit and compassion and ‘move out’ of our parent’s womb in order to let the rest of these living creatures survive and live without us putting a damper in their progress? We certainly have that ability. Yet we stay. Nurtured like babies, enjoying this deadly comfort we’re blind to. I don’t know about you, but I want out. I want to explore, and not just the seven seas and the continents, but whatever else is out there outside this womb.