There's a way for us, probably.

The universe is callously cruel. Not consciously, it doesn't choose to hurt us, but we are here to be hurt. To experience the universe in a way that it can't experience itself. Without the bad, there is no good. Without the dark, how does one perceive light? It is a ruthless dichotomy that calls for us to both live and die in spite of every hardship, for the promised chance of salvation that's been there throughout your life's entirety. The universe is tiring, but it is, indeed, all we have.

Despite this, I love the universe, much as I claim to love myself. In its flaws and hate and kindness and passion, I love the universe.

And I'll still spite it everyday for the goal of not succumbing to the ever presence of bullshit.

Let's live today delightfully and spitefully.