We're all lost. Some more than others.

"Why is it that there's so less meaning to life? I'm pushed to think about this every once in a while because there definitely is a non zero meaning to life - it's the meaning that you create for yourself. Painting naked women while you sip freshly brewed coffee by yourself, smoking grass in the middle of the day, wanting to learn MMA, betting on online horse races. Sometimes sitting in infinite desolation yet tirelessly preoccupied in our minds, sometimes not. Pushed by these thoughts to ponder over and over - why does everything eventually make itself feeling unfulfilling? Why is it that the concluding demeanour of every beautiful hobby turns ugly?"

- a whirlwind of emotions takes over me as I painstakingly engrave over the already heavily scratched E Block bench. I continue to sit by myself.