Reality is bland, and in the end nothing ever mattered.

Everything you ever did or are doing now is colorless, in the end of reality nothing will have ever meant something or will have any purpose to reasonably existed.

Even if you took the time to enjoy it, your emotions aren’t accounted for existing either.
Life itself in the universe whether if considered by us is alive or not is in a way dead.

Eventually you’ll die, and eventually you’ll be forgotten eternally.

And when every record of your existence decayed, you’ll have never existed. But for you, nothing ever happened. It won’t happen, and nothing is happening.

Simply there is no purpose, at least in this universe.
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