More subjective nothingness

 I've never been very good at expressing my emotions, so often I write down my true thoughts. Now that I have a blog, I can share my thoughts with the world. Whether anyone reads it is another question. You can choose to look at it, you can dislike it, or you can do whatever makes you happy. My life story is my life story, you all have your own. We are all important to ourselves. Maybe that's what makes me feel so negative all the time. Because my own emotions are what cause me to feel the way I do, but I often want to make others happy before myself. I'm not a selfless person. I just have a fear of discontent from other people. I don't know if this is common in other people, as I cannot think for other people. I'd like to think we are not all so different, but that there are unique tweaks to all our lives. In the grand scheme of things, how important are we? I don't think anything in the Andromeda Galaxy gives a damn about a nuclear war on Earth. In fact, in a few billion years, our neighbor galaxy will most likely merge with the Milky Way, and because Andromeda is bigger, it will probably swallow up any remains left by humans. Assuming something else hasn't destroyed us first. Now that is clearly a very cynical perspective of life. But, sometimes people get to full of themselves. That's why there is no real point to this, it's just one big rambling on. Maybe that's what life is, there's no real point to it, it just exists and allows for us to do whatever it is we do. Maybe there is no overwhelming idea of what we call life. There isn't a big picture, there is just what's around us. Or perhaps there is a big meaning, some reason that were here, some purpose. Who knows? Either way, we're here, so you have to keep on keeping on as someone else once said. I don't know. I just enjoy thinking about what we know to be life. Maybe one day somebody will figure it all out. But most likely not.