Stop and wonder what you are doing with your life.
Think.
This could be it.
Any moment now, your life could be over.
And then what?
The actions made during your lifetime shall forever have happened, regardless of future regret.
But what about the actions you didn’t make?
What really matters?
In the span of the universe, our lives are infinitesimally short.
We came from nothing, and we will become nothing once more. Shall we ever be again?
The only true meaning to anything is that which we assign.
Nothing matters until you think it matters
Existence is futile.
The simple daily sensory perceptions that a living person experiences could be all the meaning one needs.
But the end is inescapable.
Only through desire for some meaningless thing does one find the motivation to strive for it.
But upon the realization that everything is meaningless, where does one find the motivation?
Thus, meaning is subjective. Nothing is truth. What you perceive isn’t what others perceive, if others perceive at all.
The world is nothing but stimuli, which you can react to however you wish.
Knowing this, what do you do?
To embrace meaning through an irrational “Leap of Faith” involves purposely eluding yourself. Thus, philosophical suicide.
And in-existence is just as meaningless as existence, if not more so.
Why do we exist? Why does anything exist at all? Is there an answer?
With the end to another day, we are one day closer to our end.