“Can’t get lost if you have no destination in mind. Wherever I may end up, it will be good — or at least I will make it good.”
You are a sentient meat cryptid on a molten rock hurtling through voidspace. You’re not here on divine assignment. You just... happened. Congrats. You now get to decide what to do about that..
Meaning isn’t baked into the meat. You craft it — scavenged, sewn, and stitched from vibes, experiences, mistakes, and the occasional trinket. If something makes your life better now or later, it’s worth doing. If it only helps someone else at your expense, and it brings no foreseeable joy or benefit to you? YEET IT OUT THE AIRLOCK. You are not a martyr. You are the main character. Let others benefit from your overflow, not your exhaustion.
You’re not obligated to become “better.” You’re not a project. You’re a being. Change only when it serves your current or future joy. Upgrade when you want to — not when society patches in shame-based DLCs.
There’s no joy fairy. No moral currency. Happiness = action + alignment + naps. Instant joy? Good. Delayed joy? Good. No joy? Rethink the input.
Some things suck. You don’t have to suffer through them to earn validation. You are allowed to: Skip hard things. Choose ease. Ask for help. Try again later. That’s not laziness. That’s resource allocation.
You are impermanent. A blip. A glitched-out miracle. So use your timeStare at roadkill. Shave your head. Build joy like a strange shrine to your aliveness. Don’t let dread run the ship. Let fascination steer instead..
There’s no set path. Wander. Drift. You just need to exist on purpose. Wherever you land, make it weird, make it yours, and make it worthwhile to you.
Live for you. Always. You are priority one. But — and this is important — Don’t build your joy by making someone else suffer, especially those with less power, safety, or resources.“I’m here. I’m strange. I’m mine. And I’m going to make this weird little life a good one — on purpose.” That means: no stepping on others to climb. Especially don’t steal from the corner shop granny selling socks. You're not a villain — you're a roaming weirdo with a moral compass duct-taped to a stick. Use it.
You don’t owe anyone your light, but if someone finds warmth in your weirdness — let them. Just don’t burn yourself out trying to be a lighthouse for people who won’t even swim.
This is not a Religion! This is not a Rulebook! This is a Vibe Engine!! “I’m here. I’m strange. I’m mine. And I’m going to make this weird little life a good one — on purpose.”