Authored: April 4, 2025

I think I'm finally accepting that I'm a nihilist. I've spent years searching for purpose, only for it to make me feel more depressed in the long run. I'm exhausted from searching. I've always felt wrong for just... existing. But maybe it's okay to just exist. I'm learning that none of this really matters, that the human existence is just an anomaly in space and time that should be treated as a blessing rather than a curse. So, at least for now, I'm stopping the search for purpose. My time on this planet is too short to be wasted chasing such a silly, selfish concept.