Nothing in this world makes sense to me. We’re born, we grow, we become educated, we become adults and enter the monotony we all know as life. Day in, day out, we wonder, “Are we part of a bigger picture? Or is it all simply a means to an end?” Typically, my answer depends on the day, or what the recipient of the answer wants to hear. Today, my answer will be the truth. My truth at least.
Life makes about as much sense as 42. It doesn’t! We’re born, we live, we die. We just happen to have a multitude of significant and insignificant moments that may alter the direction of our life that really means nothing in the grand scheme of things. Some people have better lives and moments in life than other because of nothing other than sheer luck. Luck of who you’re born to, luck of opportunities given, and the dumb luck to make good decisions all the time. You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. If you’re the lucky ones, the unlucky hate you, and if you’re unlucky the lucky ones are disgusted by you and you struggle and scrimp and save in the hopes that one day your luck will change. Can you change your luck or does fate determine where you fall on the spectrum of luck?
Side note: I feel it necessary to say that I do believe in God, however, as a God that has given us free will to fuck up, it seems a bit callous, like a parent setting their children up for failure.