Personal Narrative Essay On Nihilism

Nihilism is, at its core, the belief that humanity is insignificant and life has no purpose. While I have nothing against nihilists, I see the philosophy as flawed. If humans were insignificant, how could we affect each other in such powerful ways?
The year is 2007, it’s June. In a month, The Simpsons Movie would come out and prove The Simpsons quality. I lived with my grandmother, whom I called Nana, in a two-story suburban home. This time in my life was enjoyable. My Nana would spoil me, making me bologna sandwiches if I didn't like dinner that night and I had a cute dachshund named Oscar Meyer. Like most kids, I was dumb, even if my family argues otherwise. I remember a close friend of mine tricked me into believing I had a bee on my head.

Not like I had eaten too much cake. I felt what I could only describe as fear, which spread through my body. I begged my Nana to let me sleep on the couch or to let me stay up. I felt knew something horrible would happen if I went to sleep in my room. However, no amount of begging would change my Nana's mind. She carried me up to my room as I cried about something I could not understand.
The next morning I leaped out of bed and ran down the stairs. I saw my Nana resting on the couch. I felt relief, as my Nana had a tendency to sleep on the couch. I sat down in front of the large box television and turned on cartoons. After a few episodes, the unease started to crawl up my back.
I turned, realizing that Nana usually woke up by now. I walked over to the couch and sat next to her. I slowly raised my hand and pushed on her shoulder, my hand shaking, filled with worry. She was ice cold and clammy. Immediately, I began to shake her, slowly and gently at first, then more violently. I screamed for her, my fear rising. I panicked, I knew at some point, it was too late. I didn’t know what to do, I paced around my living room, occasionally trying again to wake her. I was sobbing, violently sobbing and yelling. I collapsed in the living room, freaking out and screaming, wondering what I could do. I didn’t understand it, but I knew she was gone. I won't go into detail about the rest of the