The Fucking Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything

A lot of people I know struggle with finding meaning in life. Sometimes they compare their lives to images of what they'd hoped they'd become. Other times they attribute it to the lack of permanance: everything eventually rots, so what's the point?

But fuck all that. Fuck your hopes and dreams. Your images of yourself are imposed by other people anyway. You don't need to be any particular person. You are you. Adjust your expectations and enjoy yourself.

Fuck eternality. We're all going to die. Even if we somehow end biological death there's no overturning entropy.

The meaning of life is to live. It's as simple as that. As long as you're breathing, you're creating meaning. You might not like that meaning, but it's there all the same.