I never understood the fight against nihilism, as if it’s inherently bleak. I came to the conclusion that nothing truly matters a long time ago, but that doesn’t keep me from feeling like stuff matters, and doing what matters to me. Subjective meaning can still drive you to pursue and live a good life even while you’re aware that objective meaning doesn’t exit. Happiness feels good, which is enough for me.
There’s a reason for those “slower traffic move right” signs. People drive at different speeds - if the people behind want to go faster than the people in front, it’s their responsibility to let them pass, so long as there’s a safe space in another lane to do so.