The older I grow the less things make sense.
Is that part of the ‘fun’ of life?
If there were an answer that could tell us how the universe works, it wouldn’t be special
It would just be machinery fulfilling its cosmic design
Since nothing seems to make sense, when you found something or someone that does, it is euphoria
In all of this randomness, there are things and people who make us happy every single day, isn’t that remarkable?
I guess all I can do is find happiness in the unique insanity of being here, now.
