Blowing Off MY Steam

I don't even know where to begin. My life is a mess, yet simultaneously organized. Wether it my thoughts or my own bedroom it like a have a thousand question yet none of them are worth answering to. Sometimes I feel like what I yearn for in life is that deeper meaning and finding that purpose wether it comes from something self evident or perhaps some objective sources. Life is so full of distractions, yet they are not unwarranted.

We submit ourselves to useless mundane unnecessary things that don't lead to any form of self development or progression as individuals. We like to lose ourselves in reality and other worlds through methods of escapism, this can be observed as simply as an individual goes to the movies. Sure it makes you feel good, but it doesn't make you feel good. You just think you feel good, these distraction essentially fill a void as to take our mind off things. Perhaps our own inadequacies or perhaps from asking the deeper questions we all refrain from asking cause we are either scarred of answering them or assume it requires the likes of starring into a brick wall waiting for the answers to be thrown at us, as if that will ever happen.

Its easy to pick apart the bad. But what does it mean to sculpt the good. If were so lost within all of our own realities, what does it mean to be found. Wether it's within ourselves or another. What does it mean to know anything in this world if we can't even answer the same questions we were born asking. Some argue there is no essential deeper meaning within the universe but as an individual delves deeper into the realms of abstract thinking what does one uncover if its not and essential observation of how things work around us or perhaps a mosaic that describes the very fabrics of which it is painted upon.

And so perhaps the very question we may all be asking ourselves, is why?

Why did this random guy write all this nonsense, or maybe it isn't nonsense?