I am nihilistic. It’s not a choice or a phase; it’s just the conclusion I’ve reached by looking at the world as it actually is, not how we want it to be.

Nothing matters. We spend our lives building empires, chasing numbers, and seeking validation from people who are just as lost as we are. In the grand timeline of the universe, every achievement is a blink, and every legacy is eventually forgotten.

We are nothing. We are just collections of atoms that happened to become self-aware for a split second. We talk about purpose and destiny to mask the terrifying reality that our existence is a random accident in a dark, empty void.

We are not entitled to anything.

Not happiness, not success, not even a tomorrow. The universe doesn’t owe us a thing. Once you accept that the world is indifferent to your suffering or your joy, you stop waiting for life to "get better" and start seeing it for what it is: a raw, unscripted deal that leads to the same end for everyone.