I see the universe as an endless ocean of indifference. It does not care about my existence, nor will it ever. This void frees me. In knowing that life has no inherent meaning, I am no longer bound by others’ expectations or empty promises. My words, my actions, even my name will vanish in time, and that liberates me to live solely for the moments I choose.
Existential nihilism handed me a blank page. Life’s meaning is not given; it is mine to write. This truth healed my old anxieties …