2 years ago me and my buddies went to the local theater to watch this movie called everything everywhere all at once.
when the credits rolled, none of us moved. we just sat there, in this stunned, beautiful silence. we’d laughed, cried, felt every bit of emotion you could imagine.
it was one of those rare things—a movie that meant something.
existentialism and absurdism are these philosophies that say life doesn’t come with a pre-written purpose. they say that the universe doesn’t hand us a “meaning” for our existence.
and that can feel kind of… terrifying.
imagine this massive, indifferent universe where our lives are, in a way, tiny. absurdism is about seeing that and still choosing to care, to keep going, to make something of it.
there’s beauty in this freedom.
that night, i realized something that would stick with me: meaning isn’t given to us. we create it.
for a lot of people, the search for purpose is like waiting for some grand realization, but what if we stopped waiting?
what if we start seeing life as a canvas where we can add whatever we want? make it messy, add new colors every day, and just keep going.
we may not know the “point” of all this, but we can make our own points.
we can find meaning in simple things: creating, exploring, connecting, and just… being.
and that’s what makes life wonderful. it’s the idea that each of us has the chance to make something out of our existence, no matter how absurd it feels.
so, here’s to the beauty of making your own meaning. whatever it is that brings you joy, curiosity, fulfillment—nurture it. let it be yours.
in a world that doesn’t always make sense, that’s the most meaningful thing we can do.
“the only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” — albert camus