Life is Meaningless?

We are born, then we wander, then we wonder, nothing in between, then we die, then we become nothing. Life is meaningless? Every day of my life depicts a life of remorse and discontent, questions that can’t be answered by me. The people are talking to each other, some useless and useless conversations, after which lie after lie are the theme of discourse of the conversations. Many go to school and pay sums of money, they learn nothing. When my grandfather died I didn’t cry, because I know there is no point in crying, but I loved him dearly and this life, we are imprisoned into emotions. Meursault’s Mother died, He didn’t seem to care, and it was the same case when my grandfather died. In private places, I don’t care about discourse but cared about pleasure and sensation: I also ‘fondle the breasts of a dozen Maries’ but then, nothing next. Wives, I don’t care who, someone who ‘Loves’ me I suppose, would suffice. There are many times I kiss clumsily, and after that, a little hardening and nothing next. I have the choice to Love and not to Love, to cry and not to cry, people all around me also Love and others do not care, Universality died yesterday. I had a dream, I was shot in the abdomen but I was still laughing at the fatal wound, I was indifferent. I can’t shoot a man like monsieur meursault but I see man shot everyday in the news, a segment in the night news program, it passes, we move on, no one cares. I lay in trial almost every day, but I do not care clumsily and I defend myself with statements I only could understand. I ‘killed’ people and ‘fired more shots’ even after they have ‘died’. These worlds have absurd reasons, none of them we are sure if it was good or bad, and no one cares. I reason, no one understands, I don’t care, their loss. Is this life, a curse? No. No one would cast the curse because there is nothing greater than us. We are just a stream of possibilities, and then we cease to be possible. Life is meaningless. Living is ‘meaningful’, just illusions. Sensations are bonuses, Orgasms jackpots. Ethics so that we remain possible, a self-preserving move. After these lies, we die, and then we become nothing. God help us even if we cannot know You or even know if you are there, then we have false hopes then we die, they care for a minute and then move on, then choose to forget and not to, no one cares. I just live my life and stop thinking about life, just go on with it, make other people feel living not life, make myself living not thinking about life. Then we are ‘executed’ by our own finiteness, then we cease to be, but please I hope not. False hopes? Probably. No one cares. We are born, then we wander, then we wonder, nothing in between, then we die, then we become nothing. Life is meaningless.