Nothing to Say

What if it were true that life is meaningless? What if life really had no purpose to it? What if everything that we do was nothing, meant nothing, resulted ultimately in nothing? How would such a realization impact our way of life? Will it mean that we begin to see the pointlessness of having to live this tardy life? Will it mean that we finally decipher why sometimes people can seem so despaired, why sometimes we despair and why we can, at times, look half-dead, half-alive?

Albert Camus said, “The meaning of life is the most urgent of questions,” he said in The Myth of Sisyphus, but “I continue to believe that this world has no ultimate meaning.” As for death, Camus said, “We know it ends everything,” and results in eternal nothingness.

Eternal nothingness, yes. And it comes to everyone, eventually. Whatsoever one may possess, one may attain, one may achieve. So, how are we to deal with this? 
I think that the answer is hidden in the question itself. If life means nothing, is nothing, will result in nothing then perhaps, our pursuit should also be for nothing. For no-thing. Nothing-ness. Which means simply to stop running this mad race. To stop those horse-hooves and put to a halt this furiously running chariot of fire- our life. And when that happens, it will mean the disappearance of all our meaningless worries, our meaningless aims, our meaningless nothings. 
This life that we take so seriously has been named Leela by Hindus. It is a play. Not a game which has a result of winning or losing but a play. Grown ups play games, children only play. Their acts are enough unto themselves. And when we start to play; really play, take things as they come without forgetting that in the long run, it will all turn to dust, to nothingness; that is when we will start to truly live instead of being forever paranoid about our trivial nothings.
A few things that we cannot compromise on though are our freedom, our sense of dignity, and our rebellious bent. The world today seems to judge the rightness of everything or everyone by one yardstick and that is whether the thing or the person in question is successful. No matter the sale of the soul, the enslavement en route or the muting of the mouth. The way of the world imposes conformity. The world doesn't want you to be wise. It loathes intelligence. It doesn't want free-thinkers for they cannot be exploited, they cannot be programmed a certain way to do as the society wants them to. 
Only the one who is free, who is able to rebel can get through this mess and stand for the rightness in things. 
What will this do? Will it fill something to our nothing? No, but it will mean that we would die happily. With some dignity. And that is what we take with us. Some dignity, eventually. 
While everyone talks of how to live happy, nobody even mentions how to die happy. But we have to prepare for it, we have to prepare by being free, rebellious and playful.
As Earnest Hemingway puts it in his short story, A Clean Well-Lighted Place, "Nothing, nothing and nothing because nothing."