Life is so difficult to understand sometimes. Why do things happen like they do? I occasionally get so frustrated with elements of my existence, and I really wonder ‘what is the point in any of it?’. Then those thoughts makes me realise that there is no point at all to life. It just exists. Life just is.
Life is an utterly pointless and sometimes heartbreaking journey from birth until death.
But the other side of that is this sentence, that I try to remember at moments when pointlessness threatens to overwhelm me:
Life is an utterly pointless and sometimes unbelievably beautiful journey from birth until death.
Comme ci comme ça.