A common thought finally hit me today. The thought pop out in my end randomly, everything we do is really just an excuse to keep our minds busy for our inevitable end.
We create all this distraction from hobbies, jobs, family, technology, entertainment, science and religion to keep our minds occupied. We invented money to buy us more time to be occupied.
It is like the whole thing is just a fidget spinner.
Curious how you approach this?
I’ve just kind of grown comfortable with the idea that there is no real point. I’m fine just floating through my time here seeing neat shit and hearing cool stories, and doing what I can to make things a little better for the people around me. Sort of a cozy or optimistic nihilism, though I’m probably misusing that word.
Joss Whedon is problematic in a lot of ways, but nevertheless this scene from Angel has always stuck with me: If nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do.