#65 : cosmic joke

Meaningless.

For years I've been thinking about how weird and stupid the idea/concept of living is. Life doesn't make sense at all. Like there is no real purpose or meaning but somehow we just spawned onto this world out of randomness. Like some cosmic accident and we're all forced to participate in without consent or clear purpose. Maybe we are the outcome of random atoms colliding in just the right way, hm?

I don't genuinely believe that we were crafted by the magical hands of some higher power. To me, it seems like those beliefs were crafted by people who reached the edge of their understanding; who faced with the overwhelming mystery of human existence, chose to invent divine unknown. Rather than admitting "we don't know", they wrapped the void in myth and called it truth.

And to me, that is how human are controlled. Humanity are controlled by fears, fears of the ideas of heaven and hell. I mean, they're clever to come up with that and created the idea of heaven and hell, rules and morals etc. That keeps the world going, people from committing crimes freely and keeping them sane and in place. Because every things needs and demand reasons.

Like, why do you eat? Because you're hungry. Why do you drink water? Because you're thirsty. Why are you with her? Because you love her. Why do you love her? Because she's pretty, she's this, she's that.

So why do we exist? What's the real reason, really?

There are reasons behind everything. So what are the reason of our existence?

We are a cosmic joke;

Are we?