NOTHING REALLY MATTERS

This is not a motivational speech. This is not branding. This is not rebellion for aesthetics. This is the result of stripping illusion away layer by layer until nothing comforting survives. What you are about to read is not written to inspire the weak, soothe the guilty, or flatter the human ego. It is a confrontation — with the world, with the species, and with yourself. Every part of this message comes from one central realization: Nothing really matters. Not in the cosmic sense. Not in permanence. Not in the way you were taught. And instead of collapsing into apathy, this truth exposes something heavier: If nothing is guaranteed meaning — every action becomes your responsibility. This is not art for escape. This is a mirror held steady. Not everyone should look. N.R.M. — NOTHING REALLY MATTERS N.R.M. is not here to comfort you. It is not here to save you. It is not here to pretend everything is okay. This is the sound of people who looked at the world — and didn’t flinch. Nothing Really Matters is not apathy. It is the removal of illusion. Status. Ego. Identity. The lies we tell ourselves to feel important while everything burns. When you see how fragile everything is… how temporary… how easily everything you cling to can vanish — the question stops being “What matters?” and becomes “What are you doing with the time you have left?” This stands for: Awareness over ignorance. Responsibility over blame. Truth over comfort. The anger in this music is not random. It is aimed at self-deception. At the refusal to grow. At the human tendency to rot in comfort while complaining about the smell. N.R.M. does not preach perfection. It exposes consequence. You are not powerless. You are not a victim of fate. Every choice builds the world you claim to hate. This is for those who have seen the darkness — in the world and in themselves — and chose to look anyway. Not to escape reality. To confront it. THE MIRROR Most people don’t want truth. They want comfort. Distraction. Someone else to blame. This exists to tear that apart. This is not a safe place for fragile egos. This is a mirror. The world is not decaying because of monsters. It’s decaying because of apathy, cowardice, and willful blindness. You know what’s wrong. You feel it. But feeling is not enough. If you refuse to change, you are part of the rot you complain about. There comes a moment when the noise fades. When distractions stop working. When you see how temporary everything is. In that silence something appears. Not despair. Clarity. THE TRUTH OF SCALE You are not important. Your story is not special. Your legacy will not survive time. The universe does not need you. It is not keeping score. It does not respond to your screaming. Stars collapse. Planets burn out. Species vanish without ceremony. Civilizations turn to dust. Languages die. Generations become bones and silence. We were never central. Never permanent. Never necessary. Nothing really matters. THE WEIGHT OF THAT And that is exactly why what you do right now is the only thing that matters right now. Because this moment is all you get. No illusion. No cosmic reward. Just consequence. Live with your eyes open. Act with intention. Accept responsibility. Nothing really matters — so what are you going to do about it? THE SPECIES Look at us. A species screaming into a universe that does not answer — still convinced we’re the main character. Self-righteous. Narcissistic. Addicted to being seen. Humans build identities out of lies. Performance. Posturing. Image. Morality when convenient. Empathy when visible. Outrage when trending. Behind it? Advantage. Friends become leverage. Family becomes obligation. Strangers become stepping stones. As long as they rise, it doesn’t matter who they use — just don’t make them feel like the villain. Exploitation becomes hustle. Manipulation becomes networking. Self-obsession becomes self-care. And they wonder why everything feels empty. THE SCREEN Most people don’t even know who they are. They are assembled. From screens. From scripts. From algorithms that understand their weaknesses better than they do. Fake stories. Fake people. Fake outcomes. Sold as reality. They copy the walk. The slang. The outrage. The desires. Then say, “I’m not a follower. I’m a leader.” While identical. Individuality reduced to brand choice. A programmable animal with Wi-Fi. THE JOKE Most human behavior isn’t evil. It’s pathetic. Weakness dressed as confidence. Fear dressed as aggression. Emptiness dressed as personality. People betray values, betray others, betray themselves — to avoid the discomfort of self-examination. Then blame the world for the life their avoidance built. Nothing really matters — and they still choose to live small. THE CRUELTY NO ONE TALKS ABOUT Then there is creation. Dragging a consciousness into existence that never asked to be here. To feel pain. Fear. Attachment. Loss. Every life ends in watching everything it loves disappear — including itself. If you loved your parents, you know the hurt of losing them. If you have children, they will feel that same loss when you die. We call this a gift. A being forced into struggle, sickness, confusion, aging, and death — because of desire, impulse, loneliness, legacy, or pleasure. No one asks the one who must carry the weight. And the world they inherit? Not gentler. Not wiser. Not safer. More artificial. More divided. More unstable. A future shaped by collapse, conflict, and decay. We call it love. But love protects from suffering — it does not guarantee it. THE FINAL STRIP-DOWN This project does not sell hope. It does not sell purpose. It removes illusion. Humanity is not noble by default. We are fragile. Manipulable. Distracted. Capable of awareness — but addicted to lies. Nothing really matters in the cosmic sense. And instead of freeing us, that terrifies us. So we fill the void with noise. With ego. With imitation. With distraction. Anything but sitting still long enough to see the truth. THE CHALLENGE This is not them. This is us. The blindness. The excuses. The rot. Nothing really matters. Which means you don’t get destiny to blame. You don’t get society to hide behind. You get choice. Stay programmed. Stay comfortable. Stay small. Or wake up — knowing: The universe will not reward you. History will not remember you. Meaning is not given. It is carved from temporary existence through conscious action. Nothing really matters. That is not despair. That is responsibility. NOTHING REALLY MATTERS