The meaning of (my) life or lack thereof.
Every single answer seems to miss the point. Not that there really is answer to the "meaning of life".
NOTHING makes sense to me. Nothing seems real. Nothing speaks to me. Everything just begs for the additional question:"But Why????"
The thing is, I need a reason. I need a why. Because without that, I might as well be dead. In fact I AM dead.
Life, just doesn't stand to any kind of scrutiny.
"So stop (over) thinking".
You might as well say stop breathing.
All I am doing is contemplating the unrelenting void sucking whatever is left of whatever I am. And that is all I am. This futility of a person.
And this constant emptiness, the void and futility that is me, ladies and gentlemen, is pushing me beyond no return.