So i have had this thing nag me for a while. The question "why?"
"What, how, where, when, and which?" seem to be questions about the nature of things. I have for a long time stopped trying to figure out the nature of reality. This is not because i don't believe that there is a reality or that it is possible to know it, it's just that i am so tierd of trying to find it, and i gave up.

So if i don't know anything (not even if i exist, or in what way etc.) the question comes to me: "what do i do?"

I then try to think of something to do, and nothing seems to be better than anything else. this huge sense of meaninglessness comes to me. I think, "i'll brush my teeth" and then i ask "why?" And honestly i don't have an answere.

Sometimes these terible series of whys just keep going untell i realize that i have been just sitting and staring at a wall for 15 minutes.

Does anyone have an answere to "Why." What is the purpose of anything, and if there isn't a purpose, which it certainly seems like, how does one live without a reason to do anything?