Reality is not concrete. We cannot prove that anything we touch is real or anything we see exists because we only know our own personal experiences with the world. For all we know, the world could be a figment of your imagination. Every single person in the world could be living in a different reality and we wouldn’t even realize it. We can only prove that the self exists because of consciousness, but then again, we can only prove it to ourselves because we don’t share consciousness with anyone else. People truly are all alone.

So this raises the question, “What is the point of anything?” And my answer is I have no idea, and I really wish I knew. I don’t understand how other people live without knowing what the point is, but I guess some people live on by making a point of their own. So I’ve decided to do that. 

There is no use waiting around for some divine being to come along and give you a meaning to life. 

Make it yourself. I know it can sound harsh, but this is for those people who are like me. Who are confused and feel lost. There’s no use in wasting your time on Earth, so do something with it and live life without a point. If anything, since we have nothing to work towards, we can live just to feel happy. Do the things that you want to do, as long as you’re not bothering anyone.

Dance, laugh, love, play. Do so much more than what you think you can do. Love writing? Write. Sing. Run. Don’t get me wrong, you can still feel lost and scared while you do these things. But you can continue anyways, and that’s what matters. Personally, I like to make people laugh. There’s this feeling that rises up inside of me when people think I’m funny because I know that for a moment, they felt joy or a kind of happiness and their other emotions were forgotten for a second. So I live to laugh and to make others laugh.

To me, that is all that matters, my meaning to life.