Life Has No Meaning

Life has no meaning, there’s no point in living this life.

My pride is fighting against accepting this but it is true, whether I like it or not.

I really want my life to be important, to have some deep meaning but I am just another rose on the rose bush that will wither away and give way for another rose to grow.

What is the point of a dance? What is the point of watching the sunset? What is the point of listening to a symphony? There isn’t any. The point is the experience, however one interprets it.

Since this is what life is, a symphony. Shall I worry about what the next note will sound like? I believe this defeats the purpose entirely.

Whatever note will play will play and I shall listen. Whatever will happen will happen, I just have to be present with what is, with NOW.

Life isn’t serious at all yet serious at the same time. There is no one point to aim for, no special goal to achieve, and no great mission. My life is just a series of moments, one after the other, experienced only in the moment in time called Now. And whether it is good or bad is no worry at all for I solely have judgment on the matter.

Life truly has no meaning. I have heard it many times before but to realize it on my own is a relief and a disappointment. I will soon be over the disappointment because it means nothing.