does it really matter

We don't know anything. We're just creatures inside the wild, not a single difference to the rest of the animals. We're all creatures of sadness, doomed to live. We act. That's the only difference of the human kind. We learn how to feign, to dissembe,  how to be “happy”. What a word. Does it even matter? We are not born to be happy, we are not born to achieve anything. We're just here, now, to feed our bodies, to fight in order to survive. That's the wild. And the only reason we don't commit suicide is because we love it. We love to be sad, we love to be depressed, we love to float in the river of the unknown. We all love the wild.