myself again

I have always wondered the meaning of life, but maybe it's a cyclical question : what's the meaning, to live by, of life, as a meaning.

That's certainly how I feel. But if everyone is wondering, then how depressed are we really?

I actually dabble alot in absence of meaning, it can really escalate a situation. For example lofi is currently my reason and beer is my life. And I think that's fine!

Go big or go home, but obviously do sometimes go home. Every statement has its caveat, known or unknown. 

Godel prooved the incompleteness theorem theteby falsaifying alk of maths... So meaningful meaningglessness, sounds actually nice to me. Maybe we are all balancing on that kind of pinhead, but look around and just do something. Better than any conjecture.

Finally, for now, I like life alot. Maybe a rare opinion, but it really has its merits. If Napolean had just sat down in his slippers instead of declaring war all the time might be a nicer history. And you know what? He actually had that option. So I'll continue my couch potato lifestyle, no harm in it. Obviously temporarily, one day, maybe only a few moons away, I'll get myself up and back to.... Who knows! But I'm already looking forward to the surprise.