/lit/ - Literature

Death is an inevitability, and I don't have any strong beliefs in any afterlife or the immortality of the soul. Any and everything we do will eventually turn to nothing (maybe it will take a year or two, maybe a century or two, or maybe even a millennia or two, but eventually everything falls; nothing in this world is lasting or permanent).

Ennui is a bitch. I have a good life - materially comfortable, good close loved ones, friends, etc, but ultimately what does it mean? Nothing. I could throw it away and live intemperately, but in the end I'd still end up in the same grave.

Drinking doesn't even help me take my mind off of this like it used to.

Anyways, that is what is going on in my diary today desu.