What could be a grim reality has instead pumped his life full of vigor. Has made him live big and good. I have strived my whole life to follow in his nihilistic, clown-shoed footsteps. To stare our pointlessness in the face, and waddle along toward happiness because of it.

I liked the depiction of nihilism as a useful philosophical path to a kind of simple, in the moment happiness. Didn’t like it enough to read the whole book.

DNF: Why Fish Don’t Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life by Lulu Miller 📚