I went from a state of none existence to scribbling small symbols on dried slices of plant because other monkeys who are supposedly in charge expect me to share a part of the colored bills i was rewarded in rerurn for being complacent in following orders by yet other monkeys who supposedly own my work space because symbols on a slice of dried plant prooves they they do.

Better question would be is there annything normal about our existence at all?

Sometimes I zone out and thinking about this stuff and it kind off overwhelmed me. It is fascinating and scary that we are just smarter monkeys everything about human existence and civilization I feel like no one knows what they are doing at the end we are just hairless monkeys on a dying planet that have to complete tasks that actually mean nothing in the great scheme of things.

Yet for some reason those tasks fill me with a ‘fullness.’ I just got back from working 6 volunteer hours unpaid and I feel very fulfilled. Feeling important and like you made an impression on the world is where it’s at, even though it’s definitely not going to matter at all in 100 years. The heat death of the universe will happen at some point and then it definitely won’t matter.

Only thing thats meaningfull helping other people

*others.

Including our very own planet, which as far as we know is the only one able to sustain any life at all.