Immemorial Musing

Alright, it’s been a few days since my last post.

I’ve been feeling a bit melancholy lately.

And just to say this first, this is a heavier topic today.

Very often, and for many years now, I find myself thinking “what’s the point?” for seemingly anything. Exercising, eating healthier, buying something fun for myself like a collectible, and the list goes on. But…

What is the point?

Well…nothing. We are born, we live life, we die, that’s it.

At the center of my mindscape, this is the core of everything. All of my thoughts, wonderings, every musing. What is the point of any of this?

This isn’t supposed to be pessimistic. To me, this is realistic.

And this has been a curse ever since I first developed these thoughts.

It makes everything difficult. I don’t really have motivation, aspirations, or even expectations.

And honestly, I got tired writing this. I’ll have to continue this in another post.

-Immemorial Musing