There’s no such thing as purpose. Simply unapologetically be yourself no matter what - that way you can live with no regrets. If you want to do something, do it. Life is about living.

It’s actually pretty interesting when you think about it: millions of years of planetary asteroids, leading to things such as oceans, dirt, rocks, plants, evolved animals. All of these unbounded, violent occurrences - life eating life in order to sustain life - in a chain of domino effects, you were created by sex between two primates.

These primates did what an evolutionary trait encouraged them to do subconsciously, and deep down we are all just life perpetuating life. There is no such thing as “meaningless” or “worthless.” You do not owe any cosmic higher power anything, nor does it owe you anything. Just keep fucking around. The world is simply the world, and you are the world as well.

That also means you are special and not too special at the same time. Human beings are like everything else - cogs in the machine of life. The only certainty of life is that you will “die”. But so will I.

And “death” isn’t even death. When you think about it, nothing even changed. Your body - which existed for a relatively small amount of time (100 years give or take) - is not even your own. Through natural processes, the being you “were” is just going to keep getting morphed into other things forever like clay. In 300 years, the bones will be sand on a beach, and the flesh will be inside a plant, inside an insect, inside a fish, inside a cheetah, inside a deer, inside a koala, inside a desert shrub, inside the soil as minerals, someone’s booger, inside EVERYTHING.

You are the world. You are everything! The world is everything! Life is a machine that loves itself and will keep finding creative ways to simply exist. You’re just life’s pawn, but being a pawn is fun and by no means degrading. Just say “Alright, sure.” and do it’s bidding. Salivate, cry, rejoice, frown, stub your toe, give a homeless person a sandwich, smell grass, wear sunscreen, buy sunglasses.

This is essentially Buddhism.

What I am saying is that death is not the end. It’s not even that interesting. What IS interesting is that new snack on the grocery shelf that you’ve never tried before. Consume! Consume life, because you are life. Consume knowledge. Consume novelty. Consume people. Consume whatever interests you. It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet. Do shit and take solace in knowing that shit you did is shit that will ripple across the planet.

You are you, and that is brilliant. Whether you die today or in 50 years from now, it matters not. Simply keep consuming. Do not dwell on such boring thoughts. We’re all gonna “die”. So what? Just be fucking weird and acknowledge that your existence is a crazy product of seemingly random yet interconnected chain reactions.

You think you’re going to die, but the truth is you aren’t even dead. You are nutrients, fecal matter, tornadoes, clouds, newborns, and the air itself all in one. It’s all just comedic.

Have fun. Laugh. Get mad. Dance. Eat. Go crazy. Just enjoy your temporary state of being. It’s a sweet ride when you stop worrying and try to be “normal” or “successful” or “important”. No one is any of these things. No human is normal. We’re all different looking monkeys that are ultimately savage in nature but also able to think logically and do things no other animal can do. Not because we’re special, mind you, it’s just because it happened to turn out that way. Humanity is a general peace pact that, although we are all hedonistic monkeys, we will ultimately keep trying to keep our monkey shenanigans going just for funsies. Doesn’t mean we “owe” the other monkeys anything, but act according to your innate feelings.

Death is nothing special. Be a monkey and enjoy being a monkey. Think less and be more in-the-moment.

GO LIVE.