Black moon rising - Life beyond purpose

Shit happens, move on!

Yeah, you will say, it is easy for me. It's the easiest thing in the world because it's not your ss on the fire, it's not your life, not your health, not your heart, it's not about you.

But, you know nothing about me. I can't say I know something about you because I don't, it would be stupid to say so.

What do you know what brought me in here?
What kind of disaster.
Misfortune.
Need.
The ambiguous feeling of the aimless loss of time.

Most of us seek purpose in trivialities and we call it a meaningful existence. Only some are over prestigious megalomaniacs, but that is yet another story.

The life beyond purpose feels like something, but gives an admission of nothing. You feel it like a Black Moon rising, there is nothing to see, but you know it is there.

So, who am I to bother with other people's trivialities, to dissect, analyze, weight in and out, beat around the bush and think how worse or better things could be if 'just'...

No, there is no any 'just'. Either you are, or you are not.
Shit happens and just are not.
You don't need that.
Just needs to resign and go away.
So, move on and forget all about it.