Thursday, November 3, 2016


I have now come to the conclusion that life has no ultimate meaning, if you don't invent a meaning for yourself, or adopt someone else's meaning of life.

Life is purposeless. We will all die, sooner or later; we will not end up in heaven or hell and we will not reincarnate. There is no afterlife, I believe. This is it.

I don't mind if you believe that Jesus will save you, or Allah or Krishna, I don't mind if you believe in spirits or angels. I don't mind if you're into quantum physics or how to make more money. I don't care if you're interested in yoga, group sex or golf.

I don't mind if you try to distract yourself with alcohol and drugs, or spend as much time as you can by watching stupid stuff on TV or on the internet. This has also been my way of trying to cope.

I don't mind if you invent a meaning of life. I can understand your reasons for this. But to me has life no particular meaning or purpose.

I'm not depressed. On the contrary. I'm sometimes quite happy. But I just can't see any particular meaning behind the events.

Life here on this planet is filled to the brim with suffering, war, exploitation and idiocy. Nevertheless, sometimes many of us can have some fun.

Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die.