The Universe Doesn't Give a Flying Fuck About You

by Johnny B. Truant

Here, but only "here" in the way a beetle might be "there" on the sidewalk of Times Square during rush hour. Sure, the beetle can survive, but only for as long as it's not in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nobody's out to get that beetle... but nobody's watching where they're stepping, either. The city was there long before the beetle, and it'll be there long after the beetle's inevitable demise.

it doesn't matter what you've done. What matters is what you do.

You can't be a bad person who does good things. If you do good things, you're not bad; you're good. There is simply no way to manifest badness other than by being bad. Anyone who'd argue that you can be bad while ultimately doing good things is just a douchebag philosophy major looking to get his ass kicked.

It means that even though the universe doesn't care enough to give you what you want, it doesn't care enough to stop you from having it, either. So embrace that anarchy, and take those things for yourself.

Your life is a one-way train, and any second you waste is a second lost forever.

You are that beetle on the streets of New York. The universe doesn't hate you, but it doesn't love you, either. You're just an atom in its infinite workings. The universe doesn't care if you live, die, suffer, or thrive. Only YOU care.

If your life is to mean something, it...

You don't matter to the planets and the sun and the stars, but you matter to YOU. You matter to those around you. You matter to those you can reach, and touch, and who you live and die with. Stop waiting for someone to give you what you want. The universe is too busy to care. It has worlds to create and galaxies to destroy. If you're worried about death and about your own end, don't. It's coming whether you like it or not. You will either arrive at the end of your life in style or you will arrive broken and beaten, but whichever way you choose, have no doubt that you WILL ARRIVE.