If nothing happens after we die, what's the point of it all?
We spend our days bound by endless obligations. Yet, even with loneliness, failed relationships, and soul-draining work, people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
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Embrace Absurdism. Watch this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jv79l1b-eoI And/Or read Albert Camus
Read myth of sisyphus BEFORE the stranger please. But yea camus is great
I did it the other way around. Still hit me like a truck. Damn you Camus.