I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I just think that people should hear it. For a long period of time, there was a part of my life where I just didn't know if there was any real reason to live. I didn't want to die, per se, I just felt numb, tired, drifting through everything like it was meaningless. And then, one day, I had a really good deep dish pizza, which, I know, this sounds stupid and so far out of left field, but it made me realize something, and after giving it a bit of thought, I finally realized it. There is a possibility that there is no God, that there is no legacy set in stone for any of us, that there's no grand cosmic force dictating anything, that everything, everything that's led up to here was complete and utter chance. But maybe there doesn't need to be some giant end goal. Maybe we don't need to have some grand cosmic force to validate our own life and happiness. Sometimes, all you really need to keep living is just the thought of a really good pizza.