Words from a friend ranting about yet another horrible experience with a man.
I know many people hate hearing those four words. When I first started this post months ago, I was one of them. I don’t know why. Maybe because admitting everything is meaningless means confronting the absurd reality that at the end of the day we’re nothing more than bits of dust on a floating rock in space. A scary thought. But one that certainly puts things into perspective. Everything means nothing. I don’t mean this in a nihilistic ‘nothing matters, why bother?” kind of way rather I mean it in a ‘not everything has to matter’ kind of way.
Believe it or not, you don’t have to stay up at night thinking about a group text you sent four years ago to people you are no longer friends with. You don’t need to spend hours wondering why someone blocked you or didn’t text you back. Life doesn’t have to be a Gordian knot. Sometimes things aren't that deep. People do or say things without reason, out of thoughtlessness or clumsiness or misunderstanding.
At first, these words may seem dismissive, breaking down everything you’ve built up as meaningful, mocking your passions and feelings. But sit with them. It becomes a liberating, wild comfort. Life is a series of moments that mean only as much as you let them. When you let go of the need to make everything something, you can live a little lighter. Save your energy for the real shit, the things that make this floating rock feel a little more like home, which are in fact that deep.
All this to say, maybe the next time you hear those four words, maybe pause for a moment. Maybe it's that deep, and that’s okay. But maybe, just maybe, it isn't- and that's okay too.
I hope you liked this post. If you didn't, it's ok. it's not that deep :)