I’ve been cruising the Net in search of the ‘meaning of life’ (LOL- as if!) and came across this amazing piece of writing that I think puts everything in perspective…
At first, when you really get that nothing matters at all it's very depressing. It's extremely melancholy to realize that nothing has any intrinsic meaning, that life is essentially meaningless.
It's very disillusioning to get that no matter what one might accomplish, it disappears like smoke in the air; that no matter what service one might attempt to perform, it's like an insignificant grain of sand upon an infinite beach.
Are you feeding the poor? Are you Shakespeare? Doesn't matter. It's all insignificant in the end. If not today, then tomorrow. If not in a thousand years, then in a million billion. The whirling clusters of galaxies don't even notice.
Read more… http://www.manyblessings.net/nothingmatters.html
It’s just an incredible mind freak to realise that really… nothing does matter, and that purpose and meaning are mental constructs that each of us have to find for ourselves.
In the Watchtower world, everything mattered… but in reality… nothing does. And that’s pretty cool.