How to Make Life Meaningful, Among a Sea of Meaninglessness

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So, there’s gotta be some writing done. That’s the drill. That’s the routine. That’s the habit. Get some writing done. Get some words down. Finalize some thoughts. Make a point. Make it descriptive. Make it eloquent. Make it meaningful.

Make it matter.

That’s the tough one.

Make it matter.

What if none of it matters? What if none of these words, those words, their words, any words — what if none of it really matters?

What if all of this feeling, good and bad, intense and immediate, past, present, and future, none of this manufactured human affect, none of these emotions, what if none of that crap matters?

All this love and hate and joy and jealousy and happiness and pride and envy and annoyance and guilt and shame and surprise and satisfaction and compassion and contentment, what if none of this really matters?

Because, here’s the God’s honest truth, in a few decades or days, all of us, to a person, without exception, end up dead and buried and six feet under or a pile of filthy ashes, and soon after that, we are forgotten, the sadness of our loss lessens, the memories of us in others fade, and like our body decomposing underground, the whole of us just fades away, and life goes on; people…