Meaning

Meaning.
You can’t find meaning. It doesn’t exist.
It’s not something you search for but rather something you create.
You can give meaning to a fart. What’s meaning really worth then?
Why is meaning important? It’s not. Just live. Everything happens.
Not for a reason, but for the sake of happening.
Good thing too because even a miserable existence occupies our lives and adds something to it.
Stop trying to find meaning, and just be happy existing.
Living with the prospect of death is superior to existing in oblivion.
Touch a tree. It’s there for you to touch.
Lick a girl, she’ll enjoy it.
Put your fist through a brick wall and relish the pain.
If you hurt, that means it’s not too late.
It’s never too late.
Even on your deathbed, count the ceiling tiles.
Curse your nurse.
Pick your nose, and flick the booger at the window.
We have a place with things in it.
We have a place where things happen.
Fuck meaning. Enjoy existence.