The more I strive to find meaning in life, the more I lose it, and the more I realize I am but a walking poop machine who stresses over work to make money to buy food to eat to make poop. There is nothing in life but struggle and poop.
Pay less attention to brain. Pay more attention to senses. Less phone, more wondering. Still struggle, still poop, but now living more than thinking about living.
I'm half kidding too, I actually do exactly what you say. I had some trouble with this in the past when I started getting into nihilism, solipsism, egoism, moral relativism, etc., and it's all quite a bother to see yourself as a meaningless speck dust riddled by biological problems.
nowadays yeah, less philosophy, more meditation, more looing at all the nice things, experiencing, living, being. Gotta be grateful our brains suck at keeping too much information active at the same time. You can just play a game, talk to people and eat something delicious & forget the existential dread you felt a couple hours ago.
Life is a funny thing. I found I wake up anyway so I might as well do what I can to make it a little more pleasurable. Being insignificant can be very freeing, it takes the pressure off. That and appreciating that you can’t have the highs without the lows.
“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good”. From East of Eden, Steinbeck.