Even if there is a god, a hell or a heaven, reincarnation or even if we didn’t die and lived forever, what is the point? To enjoy and pleasure oneself? What then? What do you do when you have no more games to beat (metaphorically)? Making your own meaning sounds like being fake and ignoring that there is nothing, that we have to make the game, the meaning. People only do things they want to do. I want to eat that cake, so I’ll eat it. We even do things we don’t want to do because we somehow want to do it. I don’t want to exercise, but in the back of my head I want something and that something somehow alines with exercise. I care for people, and I care if they’re effected when I die, but also kind of don’t care. Your friends with someone because you and that someone else mutually want someone to do whatever you do together, and that desire is the only reason your friends. There’s nothing deeper to it. Maybe that is fine and we all just need to fake our way through life. I don’t know what I am looking for, not to be enslaved and have a purpose that way, not to be free and do whatever I want. I don’t know...