There's no point in reading this.

I don’t know if it’s just me or if this is a general thing. But there seems to be a growing air of anticipation that something is going to happen. My thinking about this issue has certainly been kicked off by these “UFO” sightings in a few cities across the globe as well as the story of a disappearing village in China. But I won’t go into that here don’t worry, firstly it’s an issue I’m near clueless on and secondly my mind has become pre – occupied with a much older thought, idea, belief whatever you wanna call it. Which has stayed with me for a long time and I sometimes forget. Let me try and articulate this idea for you so you can see what you think.

Certain ideas, words and general concepts I find to be very narrowing and stunting. By this I don’t mean that a word’s definition is narrowing. I mean the very fact that these concepts exist is harrowing to what I would deem as a wider and more open minded perception of life. Concepts such as meaning and purpose detract from the very essence of being and the experiences we have by creating an automatic emotional detachment from them, in favour of an intelligent consideration of their effects and possible meaning.

If we look at the idea of purpose as impossible and reject the notion of it completely we are left with being on its own. The way we act and behave is usually determined by a goal, by a purpose. We work, to obtain money, to buy shit, to make us happy. In the small realm of the self and the ego purpose certainly has a place, as we can see above. Yet in the grand scheme of things we live for what is ultimately a ludicrously short period of time and then we die. If we die at the end of it all, which we do, then in the end our life is reduced to nothing but a series of experiences.

By chasing purpose we kill the potential for experience, for being, for living in all forms, ways and manners. We kill the potential for experimentation and stupid juvenile shit that makes you laugh and trying to feel the world at your feet and the universe around you. The reason we find it hard to be at one with the universe and content with our place within it is because we’re too busy chasing a grander, higher perception of things that we will ultimately never find in this life.

I suppose true oneness, true peace, the true and free experience of just being, just existing; whatever that is, comes from the realisation that there is no point. There is no purpose to whatever you call this mess of consciousness we try to navigate. We’re simply a tiny cosmic reaction in an infinite space of other different reactions.

So what does this mean for me? It means you shouldn’t worry. It means that nothing really matters and that anything is possible. It means we should love fearlessly and often. It means we should keep our minds open to any and every possibility and perception as no purpose means no right or wrong answer. It means we should talk to the crazy people on the side of the street who shout “THE END IS NIGH”. But really it means nothing just like this post, just like everything else.

“It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world, sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much; my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold onto it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.”