The Consequentality of All Things Incidental

Everything is incidental out there, including and especially existence. Existence of human kind; and if a human being is a part of nature, then by that yardstick even nature is - after all the most haunting question to me - personally - has been if nature was ever planned or did it happen by accident? If the existence of nature is by accident, then yes - all other things also exist as a way of chance. Now if that is true, then the only thing that is consequential and holds any sort of weight is chance. Rest everything is as inconsequential as they come.

What then is the purpose of anything? What then is the purpose of human efforts all through this state of existence called life? Aren't we all trying to, in vain of course, create a justification for things and their being by working to find meaning? Aren't we trying to provide ourselves a reason to believe that there is a very strong purpose as to why somethings happen? Are they in anyone's control? If they are, then yes, you can not only control the beginning/germination of things; but also the extinction of them. However, considering the two certainties of human and thereby social life which are life and death, beginning and end, inception and extinction are beyond anyone's control, then what are we left with?

Probably, there is some truth to it when people and thinkers say that the only infallible thing is meaninglessness. The effort to accord meaning to anything is only futile and can only lead to a sense of disgruntlement.

Random ramblings of a demented mind. Perhaps, I need a check up! Perhaps, I need a reality check. Perhaps, I need a belief in the illusion of reality. Perhaps...
Location: Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

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