At the risk of sounding incredibly pretentious-- have you ever started thinking too much about, you know, 'the meaning' of everything? Weirdly, I get Apeirophobia when I watch shows about outer space. Because then I start thinking about creation. About how everything HAS to come from something. We came from monkeys who came from dinosaurs who came from tiny little germs cells, or whatever you believe-- evolution or a higher power or anything else. Our planet came from an explosion in the universe. But where did our universe come from? And if our planet is nothing but an insignifact little dot in our universe, and our universe is nothing but an insignificant dot in the midst of billions and billions of other universes... what's the point, really? When I think about the nature of infinity, I start to feel like nothing we do matters. We are going to go through our life being miserable at these jobs that we feel like we have to go to and hating these problems in our life that essentially amount to NOTHING in the grand scheme of things--
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"I start to feel like nothing we do matters. We are going to go through our life being miserable at these jobs that we feel like we have to go to and hating these problems in our life that essentially amount to NOTHING in the grand scheme of things" My personal belief.
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My personal belief.
I just try to not think about it.
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