I'll first point out that I'm not depressed. I still experience joy, and purpose.
At the same time, when I do anything, I cannot help but think that from the perspective of the cosmos, everything I do is pointless.
I can love. I can hate. In a thousand years, what will be the impact of this love or this hate? What about a hundred thousand years, or a million years?
I know I'm in a rut, and either this is just too much thinking or me not thinking straight, but I'm not fond of what's going on in my brain.






