Bound

I realize that my view of life as inherently meaningless is just that: a point of view. Wanting to be outside of it, to think beyond it, yet still being within it. There might never be a resolution, as I return here again and again. I acknowledge that I am limited by the confines of … Continue reading Bound

Meaningful Meaninglessness

It's strange, this world of paradoxes. Finding meaning in the potential pointlessness of it all. Finding sweetness in the bitter and bitterness in the sweet--cloying. If there is nothing, even nothing could be considered a member of something. Less questioning and feeling silly about my actions, for if everything is equally meaningless then perhaps everything … Continue reading Meaningful Meaninglessness