Rain, Ants and the Search for Meaning: A Balcony Experience
<p>I was watching an ant trail earlier; it’s one of those things that quietly get concealed by car honks, street dogs, and numb thoughts, but today, I found myself looking at them for quite a few while they were picking on some crumbs left by the rusk I just had in the balcony while it was raining, they picked it up one by one as I saw one picking up one larger than its own size when an uncalled drop washed away all the pheromone trails left behind by its predecessor.</p>
<p>“It was sad it was meant to happen,” I thought when another drop fell over me, reflecting the fatalistic bastard I have become.</p>
<p>The question of the significance of the great existence that we had got, which had haunted many philosophers before me, had had its impression on me since the pandemic when the subtle teen angst and brief emo phase made me read one or two lines of Nietzsche here and there, I am glad it didn’t last for a while I would’ve been more insufferable than I am right now.</p>
<p>which is an excellent ointment to put on your existentialist morning blister to sleep for the day, but how is one supposed to design the life they want to live. We’ve all been trained between templates on how to live our lives, which works for many in a peaceful or rather cruel way, but what if there is no blueprint available for the life you want to live? What is even the life I want to live? It’s great to have someone who can answer your every question.</p>
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