why should there be a meaning? I mean, we want a cause as to why we’re here, but I’m afraid there isn’t one. I don’t find it depressing at all. #

It’s exactly what I believe. Unfortunately for me, I do find it depressing, at least when I’m dissatisfied with other aspects of my life (love, career, money), which is almost always. Not believing that there’s any higher meaning puts a lot of pressure on one to achieve material success.

Where others might take their solace in religion, I tend to take mine in fiction, where I can brush off the fantasy that events fall in place according to an overarching plan and purpose as a conceit for the sake of aesthetics or entertainment.