It always amazes me how heavy I can make fun.
Like fun is the least valuable thing in existence.
Fun is the afterthought – the bonus.
Fun is the cherry on the cake that you only get to eat if you have done all your chores, been responsible, been an adult, paid your dues, and your taxes – in full and up to date.
Fun is permitted when all else is done, that little bit of time at the very end of the day if you are lucky.
The quiet moments in bed or bathroom, reading, or scrolling just for the hell of it.
Little morsels of fun before we are too tired to do anything else and collapse into unconsciousness.
God, what a miserable existence.
What about this…
What about if God created the world just for fun?
Not that the meaning of life is to have fun,
but imagine you are God for a moment
and you create the world just for the hell of it.
A cosmic doodle that you make just because you like to do it.
And then you look down into this little thing you have created and you see all these little humans taking it soo seriously.
And you wonder why?
Maybe you created this little world, this little doodle, while you are waiting to do something very serious yourself, and maybe that is what got infused into your little creation and maybe you are finally realising that the serious thing that you were going to do is actually meaningless and that the real meaning was the fun you had creating the world.
Maybe fun is really important.
Maybe fun is the source of all life.