It’s fun to believe in some grand conspiracy. It’s nice to imagine that everything that has happened to you has been part of some elaborate scheme to control the minds of the human race.

Then we’d feel important. That there’s a reason we exist.

But maybe there is no external force to blame.

Maybe we are the ones to blame for all our actions.

Or maybe the concept of blame is pointless. That could just be another vague way that we are seeking validation for our existence in the universe.

There is no meaning to the events of our lives. It is pure and random chaos.

And that’s a scary thought.