I (24M) have been contemplating all these thoughts inside my head for quite some time now. I have been watching/reading all about stoicism, absurdism and anything related to psychology and phiolsophy.

To put things into perspective, I’m just a typical young adult working at healthcare with an ok salary, navigating the rivers of adulthood and just like everyone else trying to make sense as to why we do all these things while struggling to cope with all the adversity (financial, mental, physical).

Until i finally said to myself that i really don’t know what the hell i’m doing with my life (just really winging it) nothing is in my control and everything is just chaotic and painful, but i think thats really the best thing there is, to be able to feel all these kinds of things, the struggle, pain, frustration and sometimes a little bit of happiness. I always tell myself what if i keep waking up the next day just to see where all of this is going. Wherein fact i had reall come a very long way. Did alot of things that i am very proud of. And maybe you’re also feeling the same way.

How do you find happiness/meaning, when achieving a goal only leads to chasing an even higher goal? The conclusion I came to is that happiness and meaning come from constantly trying out new things. Think about it: We can never fully grasp reality. We will never have lived our lives to the fullest. There IS NO end goal - So why not live as much as possible, try everything, and live with the fact that there is nothing to be gained from Life but the experience and emotion you feel in the moment.

The ultimate act of rebellion against an uncaring and nonsensical universe is to live in spite of it.