Life is meaningless the way a blank piece of paper is.

The blankness of the paper is only meaningless because it has not had anything put down upon it. But it’s an endless potential on what could be illustrated, written, or captured.

Life only bears meaninglessnesss if you’re not living it. Just as the paper only bears meaninglessnesss if it has not been altered.

Many people fall into the trap of “what’s the point to life”. You are the point. Everything in the entirety of exsistence until this very moment gave rise to the circumstances of you exsisting in a body and reading my post. It is rather obvious that “you” are the point, but our silly identity doesn’t like the idea that we are responsable for our point and purpose in life. But we need to be honest with ourselfs and understand that we are.

Just like the blank piece of papers point is to be blank so it can become filled. You are in a vessel of complex bodily matter. You are the one who gives distinction and ascribes the person in it.

Life gives you hundreds of chances a day to embrace a meaning for living in that moment.

Sure you’re living to die. But that mentality is a fundemental law of biology and inescapable. so obsessing over it is foolish and arbitrary and you become pointless in your stagnet activity of pondering your own pointlessness.

You are not your thoughts, you make them, you are not your actions, you do them. You in your awareness only exsist in the very moment of happening. You are a creator of happening. You make distinctions of the world and self defined by happening impacted upon you.