The Futility of Existence

Chapter 3: The Pointless Pursuit of Purpose

As we've established in the previous chapter, the meaning of life is not, in fact, meaningful. But that doesn't mean we're going to stop searching for it. No, we'll just keep on searching, like a dog chasing its tail, until we realize that it's just a ball of string tied to a fence post.

Take, for example, the pursuit of happiness. We spend years trying to achieve it, but what is it, really? A fleeting sensation, a momentary high, followed by an eternity of boredom and despair. And yet, we continue to strive for it, like Sisyphus pushing his boulder up the mountain, only to have it roll back down and crush us.

But wait, it gets better! In chapter 3, we'll explore the futility of love. That's right, folks, love is just a myth perpetuated by Hallmark to sell overpriced greeting cards and sappy sentimental nonsense. But don't worry, we'll dive deeper into the abyss of relationships, and come out with more questions than answers, because, you know, that's just what we do.