I mean, there is no meaning in nature, it was man who invented it, and often it appeared because of a scarcity, for example, the point is in a beautiful woman, because you are unlikely to find another one as beautiful, right?, or can you find a person who will support you and accept you as you are, like your loved ones? The examples are not the best, but I hope you get the idea.
In addition, I will say that about a year ago I watched the film “The Seventh Seal”, and now sometimes I feel in the place of a character named Antonius Block. I dismissed the inevitable by refraining from suicide as a teenager, thinking I could find the meaning of life, but what was to be expected, nothing worked out. But especially now, how shall I put it… in the age of AI, it is impossible to escape the truth, self-deception no longer works, at least for me personally.
Chess Game with Death:
I find it simultaneously sad and relieving that nothing we do will matter in a million years. Every embarrassing thing I’ve done or will do, everything I’ve fucked up or will fuck up, eventually it won’t matter. Yes, I’m sad that my achievements also won’t matter in the really long run, but there is an upside
This comes much earlier than the heat death of the universe.
As we get older, the people who were present and aware of these embarrassing fuck ups not only has bad memory of their own, but these people pass away and with them, the only repository of the embarrassment ever happened remaining is ourselves. You will likely live to be the only one alive that know these embarrassing moments ever took place. Don’t continue to torture yourself when you’re the last witness.