Life.

I'm coming here from writing about death, and so now the question is about life... 

The thing is, there isn't a consistent answer about what life is, the meaning of it can be different for everyone. Death in itself is rather simple. Life, life is complicated. What it means to me, really is nothing. We're here to just.. be here? No, but that's how it feels these days. I have opened my eyes to the capitalist nature of society and how consuming it is on our own lives. It changes everything that life is/was meant to be. We're not supposed to be looking at screens all day and hating each other. We're not supposed to be eating junk and wearing plastic. To me at least, life is love and creation. I think, we're meant to have a community, but I'm watching mine drift away as the supposed community I'm meant to be part of is not so accepting of... spirituality? Fucking Catholics, am I right? I don't think I should have to say this but money, religion, things.. aren't what matters in life. NOTHING MATTERS! I'm sick of these morons worrying about me and if I'll go to hell or not for wearing some colourful rocks on my wrists. 

I'm sure a lot of us have a reason to be here, it just takes a while to find said reason. Some people however, have no reason to be here, just soulless zombies. Or as streamers and many heartless assholes would say 'NPC's'. Take a look around you and maybe you'll realise what this truly is. I remember when I was younger and was super depressed and suicidal, I used to write about life, trying to convince myself there was something to it. Just the usual cringe shit adolescents write about. 

I think life is precious but in the same sentence I will say that it means nothing, so what are we worrying about? Be free my friends! Death blog?