The universe may offer no reason for our existence, yet we continue to live. The difficulty is not necessarily in finding meaning, but in learning to live without the certainty that there is one.
We mistake composure for ease because we see only what is revealed. What appears effortless from without may simply be a struggle one has learned to carry quietly.
Why is Google's AI so fucking funny? I actually ran out of usage just asking it the dumbest questions I could think of. I didn't even know that could happen.
We may never be content if we remain preoccupied with defining happiness, just as we may never truly live if we demand an explanation for life before experiencing it. Perhaps some things are not meant to be understood, but simply lived.
Perhaps friendship is not a matter of leading or following, but of having the grace to walk beside one another without presuming to determine the other’s course.