"You want to know the meaning of life? Fine. Let me enlighten you. The meaning of life… isn’t some grand revelation waiting to be uncovered. It’s not some cosmic truth etched into the fabric of existence. No, it’s far simpler—life is just a collection of fleeting moments, strung together by our desperate attempts to make sense of it all. A distraction, really, between the chaos of birth and the inevitability of death.


    People love to talk about dreams, passions, and purpose as if saying the words out loud gives them meaning. ''Follow your heart,'' they say. ''Find your calling.'' But you know what that sounds like to me? A desperate chant to convince themselves their lives hold more weight than the empty space they occupy. We''re all stuck in this rigged game, running in circles, hoping there’s a prize at the end. Spoiler alert—there isn’t.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    And yet, we keep going. We stumble forward, trying to leave some kind of mark, trying to believe it all matters. Why? Maybe it’s fear. Fear of being forgotten, fear of admitting it’s all pointless. But the truth? None of it lasts. Not your achievements, not your relationships, not even you. They’re just temporary ripples in a vast, indifferent ocean.


    So, what’s the point of it all? Searching for meaning when none exists might seem futile, but maybe that’s the point. To keep searching, to keep moving forward—even when we know deep down we’ll never find the answer. Because stopping? That’s the real failure. Life is cruel, absurd, and fleeting. And all we can do is find our own way to survive the madness."