Really, none of this matters. We are the tiniest disturbance in the Universe — a momentary phenomenon on one of a gajillion particle balls that sent out a few i

Really, none of this matters. We are the tiniest disturbance in the Universe — a momentary phenomenon on one of a gajillion particle balls that sent out a few infinitesimal pieces of dust in different directions before self-destructing. So find something to enjoy while you fritter away your pointless existence. Is it family, or food, or art... if you are struggling to survive, none of this really applies, but I don’t think that’s your situation.