It turns out, the meaning of life is not something you can find in a book or a guru. It's not even something you can find in a nice, comfy chair with a warm blanket. Nope, the meaning of life is simply the absence of purpose. A great big void in your chest that screams "What's the point?!?!
Don't get me wrong, we've all been there. You're scrolling through your socials, wondering why you're not married with 3 kids by 35, why you're not a famous painter, and why you're not eating avocado toast in a quaint little café in Paris. But let's face it, friend, you're probably just a middle manager at a soulless corporation, eating ramen noodles from a plastic container in your dingy apartment.
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