Not to be furiously antimodern but like. Existence has meaning

Existence has meaning, some of which is found and some of which is created, and doing this is among the noblest of human quests

Every time this post makes the rounds it mystifies me how many people genuinely think this is a critique of nihilism or existentialism or whatever -ism.

I promise it’s not about philosophy or logic. I couldn’t really care less about that.

It’s just my last-ditch reminder to myself to live. That it’s okay to live, despite all feelings and desires to the contrary. It’s my attempt to keep trying.

Thank you to everybody who has been so sweet in the notes since I first posted this comment 🥺 I’m so thankful for you all