Un pequeño poema existencialista para mis queridos nihilistas:

You might want to convince yourself
that nothing means anything,
that everything is irrelevant,
that all is purposeless;
but that is certainly not
how you act.

I believe one acts what he believes,
because no one actually believes
"everything is nothing".
That is certainly not how you breathe, how you drink,
how you sleep or how you eat.
That is certainly not how you love,
or smile.

You might like saying that
"there is no purpose in life"
so you can finally lay
your cross to rest.

But in the end, at least pain
matters to you.
It matters enough that you hide from it,
that you avoid it.
But it should matter enough that you face it,
and fight it off.

It should matter enough for you to be the hero
the demigod that explores the unending ocean
that fends off the dragon
and rescues the father.
The son that heals the mother.

Embrace your inner monster
Delve into the deeps of the unknown
And find the gold beneath the slayed Leviathan of chaos.