Nothing matters. I will die, you will die. Your cat will die. Your child will die. Everyone will die. This world we live on will die. Whether it's engulfed by the sun, or killed by our small, insignificant, human hands, the Earth will die. So, why bother? Many people say Come on, live a little. You have one life, make it worth something. But why should I? All of my efforts to live are going to cease. I can live to cure cancer, to win an Olympic medal, but why should I when it will never matter? At some point, the universe will bellow "FUCK YOU" to everyone and everything. The universe will make our decisions for us, and off itself. Bringing us with. Your terminal cancer will not matter in that moment. You suicidal friend will not matter in that moment. Nothing will matter in that moment. And in that moment, you will realize how blue your mother's eyes are. How green the grass on your lawn really is. How amazing every chocolate chip cookie you've ever eaten was. You will understand why I don't try to live a big life, because it doesn't matter. What'll matter is nothing. Because I spent my entire life cherishing every little thing that came my way, so that I don't fuck up in the end. Say what you want, fuck who you want, kiss who you will, and cherish everything. Don't live a big life, live a worthy life.
