We, as sentient beings, are trapped in a sea of nothingness, floating on a rock that's just as meaningless as the thoughts that occupy our minds. Our actions, like grains of sand slipping through the fingers of a forgotten clock, are lost forever in an infinite expanse of nothing.
And yet, we cling to the idea of existence, grasping at the threads of significance like a desperate, drowning man clutching a piece of driftwood.
This, my friend, is the philosophy of the unremarkable.
Meaning in the Void | Absence of Purpose