OK, that’s how we came to be, but WHY are we here? What’s the meaning of life?
To live. To carry on the long line of adversity, challenge, and struggle. To defiantly face opposition, and to make it through in spite of it
That’s it. That’s why we’re here.
Sorry if it wasn’t what you expected; however, it’s true.
Why then are we offended? Why do we complain?
This is what we’re here for.”
- Seneca, On Providence, 5.7b-8
We’re here to be turned into compost at the end of things, and to live in magnificence in the meantime.
(See y’all tomorrow)