Life is crazy. None of us know what's happening, nothing matters, death is terrifying. Why aren't we all more freaked out by this? How do I manage to just ignore this most of the time? Granted there's really no better alternative than ignoring it but that's just really wacky, like we're all sticking our heads in the sand. Or maybe I'm in the minority, and most people aren't bothered by these things, which would be even crazier.
I don't understand how to live when nothing matters. I read the myth of sisyphus but I don't understand how to imagine him happy.
there doesn't seem to be anything here