Do you ever wonder how the universe began? How we, as humans, are miniscule little beings breathing air to live a meaningless life to the universe? We're not giving anything back. I'm referring to the universe as a whole. It's like, there's a world, just for us humans, and we judge each other by our accomplishments, but that's only in our little bubble. Does that make sense? It means nothing in the larger, real sense. It's weird to think about it like that. Afraid to flirt with that guy across from you at the beach? Whether or not you embarrass yourself and face rejection or feel flattered by his enthusiasm in you requesting to give him your number, it means nothing. If you two end up having children, it still means nothing. If that child discovered the cure to cancer, it STILL means nothing. Nothing. The universe will continue. This massive, universe that reaches unfathomable sizes will continue to breathe. I would say grow, but I don't know how large the universe is, therefore I would be lying. This blog means nothing. The internet is nothing. It's another useless piece of junk humans got a hold of to occupy their meaningless lives. Business, money, power overall is an awful thing made of nothingness. Jeez. Sorry to be so pessimistic. Whatever. I want some cheese fries.