existential gibberish

why

probably the biggest question humanity has ever faced. aristotle, plato, kant. they tried. people have spent their lives, pondering, considering. to what end? at the end of the day, is there even an answer? some say no. some say why not? some say for others. everyone is wrong. there’s no such thing as right. 

we have decided what we want to consider right. we have created why, it is our fault. right is dead, and we have killed it. the blood is on our hands. why is simply a question as old as time itself, most people accept. except it’s not. at the very beginning of humanity, when we became conscious beings, it was the first thing we did. in a way, that is what gave us our consciousness. curiosity. 

we are never satisfied. we must know why, and that drive is the reason for all of what we have now. yet we still haven’t managed to find an answer. every day, we ask ourselves why. 

we are the ones who made the answer so complicated. in our strive for more, our greed, our hunting, we have cluttered everything that could take us to the answer. is there an answer? at the end of the day, all we are is a blip in time, on a rock floating in space till we die. :)

lol idk what this is i kind of just wanted to see if my meaningless rambling actually meant something to someone