Life is a giant game of Minesweeper
On an extreme and mostly satirical note. I have always beleived that "the absence of life-death-is a horrible excuse for being too lazy to fuck around a bit. there are that many ways you can get dopamine.... your not gonna? explore those before you think suicide is a good idea?" exploring both extremes-death and not thinking about your actions purely because dopamine(drugs, alcahol, whatever the fuck you want really - satanism).
umm... but im not extreme-neither of those options are something i would ever consider but i find my mind in a place where it feels like a similar vibe. what is the meaning of life? the question every aspiring philospher gets frustrated that they cant answer. I sort of empathise for the masses that have had to contemplate such a useless question? the hell do you think your going to do with an answer? there is never a clear distinction between when oblivion is better than knowing. but this might be one of them.
It almost feels like a curse to have the habit of questioning things. "i take the path of least resistance because it flows" - forest day, well what is the path of least resistance? how do i find it? how do i follow it?
living is like a giant game of minesweeper. hit the wrong square and its game over. there are vague hints of where there are bombs. but it is still an immense risk straying away from the path- from what you can see.