So what if absurdism is real? Everyone is trying so hard to put a meaning to life when we’re all just insignificant parts of a chaotic and purposeless world. Then why the hell waste your time? Take the absurdity out of the world and use it to fuel your own unbridled happiness. Rebel against the meaningless life you’ve been unintentionally placed into and make it your bitch.
You’ll meet so many people in your life, too many to put an estimated number to. When it comes to the point when you’re sharing stories and finding out about other people, sure, some materialistic successes sound pleasant but it’s the experiences that make you feel alive that leave people in awe and that you undoubtedly remember the most in future years.
If there isn’t an inherent meaning to life, make being alive your meaning. Talk to the people that give you butterflies in your stomach, take risks, commit low-level arson, discover places that nobody’s ever been before, explore the places that everybody goes to and find out the reason why they all go there, explore the places that nobody ever goes to and find the beauty within them regardless.
Take the pitiful theory of absurdism and turn into the most beautiful thing you can imagine. Then experience that life.
Edit: Is the term ‘make it your bitch’ appropriate? Well, either way, I can’t think of a replacement so it shall remain this way for now.
