You are right to say that the universe offers no "why"—it is not a teacher, nor a judge, but an empty stage. Yet, perhaps that absence of meaning is not a void to be cursed, but a freedom to be embraced. If existence carried an inherent purpose, it would chain us to a script written by something outside ourselves. Instead, meaninglessness hands us the pen. To live in defiance of a mute cosmos is still to live by a choice of your own making, and in that act, you affirm your existence against silence.
You are right to say that the universe offers no "why"—it is not a teacher, nor a judge, but an empty stage. Yet, perhaps that absence of meaning is not a void to be cursed, but a freedom to be embraced. If existence carried an inherent purpose, it would chain us to a script written by something outside ourselves. Instead, meaninglessness hands us the pen. To live in defiance of a mute cosmos is still to live by a choice of your own making, and in that act, you affirm your existence against silence.