Camus says that life essentially has no purpose, and only death is certain.
At first glance, a statement such as that seems pessimistic, and honestly quite terrible. But it makes you wonder… why are we constantly searching for a purpose throughout our entire lives when none of it matters? We spend all our time looking for this non-existent purpose, all just to end up six feet under the grass. And if life is pointless, then it must be that every thing else we do is also pointless. We know death is upon us no doubt, yet we still fear it the most of all things.
Notes from Albert Camus’ The Stranger
im a sad girl 
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