Find your purpose

Find your purpose. If you can. I doubt it, though. See, the universe doesn’t have an assignment with your name on it that you’re somehow failing to locate. That burning hollowness you feel isn’t the absence of destiny—it’s the raw awareness of existence without instructions.

So either invent a purpose that makes you forget the void, or embrace the magnificent terror of purposelessness. Because meaning isn’t discovered like some cosmic Easter egg—it’s manufactured from the raw materials of your stubborn refusal to disappear without a trace.