Don't Fool Yourself.

Lately I've been pushing aside my ability to cope with things and I've just been taking life as it comes with little or no analysis of my actions. Such has resulted in a very vicious attack on my morals and the way I always envisioned I'd live. Maybe as you grow this is what happens--you begin to realize that there isn't some divine plan, and that you waste time trying to figure everything out. Just do it. Is this wise in essence? It seems like some ridiculous existentialist bull that makes meaning of meaning itself. I don't know. I can offer myself some advice right now that I've always known deep down but have always dismissed as some sort of childish view. I know it, deep down, but it sounds foolish to put out there in writing or in words. Everything is a fool's hope.