We take everything so seriously.
The small delays. The unanswered messages. The plans that fall apart.
We act like the universe owes us smooth days.
Like chaos is a glitch instead of the default.
Absurdism says otherwise.
It doesn't ask you to stop caring.
It asks you to stop clenching.
The world won't explain itself.
It never promised to.
You can rage at that. Or you can laugh.
Not because nothing matters.
Because not everything needs to.
Some things deserve a shrug.
Maybe most things do.
