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Guess what — sadness is not the most devastating feeling on earth.

Nope, it is neither the feeling of losing.

The Life has put cups full of emptiness for those who are aware of the true nature of the finite humanity, and those who drink from it would understand completely what it actually means to feel nothing. Nothing, not a single thing to feel or fear or celebrate to, just blank piece of paper with vague ink, without a line of message, nothing. No bottom to hit, no trigger, just slowly falling down to the deep, idle state — questioning: what’s wrong or right with this life?

After all, what is life? Even bigger question: what does a tiny little human know about life — the ultimate mystery in their lives, which has been so terrifying no one actually wants to know more about its endpoint? What does it give, what does it take? It may be easier to have big, empty words lining up to a cheesy concept called destiny or passion, and we all may have ‘live your life to the fullest’ as the answer to the basic questions, but, admit it — aren’t these all futile?

“Futile! Futile!” laments the Teacher,
“Absolutely futile! Everything is futile!” 
What benefit do people get from all the effort
which they expend on earth?
A generation comes and a generation goes, but the earth remains the same through the ages.
The sun rises and the sun sets;
it hurries away to a place from which it rises again.
The wind goes to the south and circles around to the north; round and round the wind goes and on its rounds it returns.
All the streams flow into the sea, but the sea is not full,
and to the place where the streams flow, there they will flow again.
All this monotony is tiresome; no one can bear to describe it:
The eye is never satisfied with seeing, nor is the ear ever content with hearing.
What exists now is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done;
there is nothing truly new on earth.
Is there anything about which someone can say, “Look at this! It is new!”?
It was already done long ago, before our time.
No one remembers the former events,
nor will anyone remember the events that are yet to happen;
they will not be remembered by the future generations. (Ecc 1:2–11)

To know that whatever we are pursuing, possessing, experiencing, loving, obsessing about — means nothing in the end — that is, the most devastating state of feeling a human could imagine.

Or not.

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