Has anyone ever pondered about the meaning of your own existence?
Like, the existence of everything in this universe, the miracle that you are here looking through the eyes of what is called a human being interacting with others. Why am i not looking through the eyes of someone else and living another persons life? The fact that we sprouted from a no consciousness to consciousness, and growing up in a world that may or may not exist. Has anyone questioned that? Questioned the reason why we are here, why we are in this very place, why are you going out with other people called friends and family, why are you in this very being this very existence? Isn't it a huge question why and how everything comes into play? We could well be another coincidence in a place or thing and we do not think about it as we are just so busy living in this thing we define as life which is like a dream.
What if this is just all a dream, a very very real dream that we experience sometimes when we get to sleep and that the moment we die is the moment we wake up from this dream of each and everyone of us?
And sleeping leads to me asking about death. What is it like? Sleeping itself is temporary death i suppose. The feeling of nothingness, the state where you don't think, feel, or in that aspect have no consciousness at all. Isn't death just a permanent version of that? And waking up just means that your time hasn't come and you are granted another day of life. What would it be like if you know that your time has come and the next nap you are taking would last forever? Would you try really hard not to sleep?
Maybe this is where religion comes in. Religion provides, or attempts to provide answers to such questions that i, or maybe many more of me have asked. It expels the fear from the mind about the horrors of death and deposit these fears into a higher being that we believe in that would solve these problems, like saying death is just a stepping stone into the next step which some call the release of the soul from the body or the transcendence into a paradise called heaven. And who knows if anything is true? What if this is all just a facade, a lie, a story so well cooked up to all of us, like answering a child why cant he have a lollipop when he wants it? Where are all the answers? Are they really answered in references such as the bible, the scriptures, the qur-an, and what not? After all, the content of such references are deemed to be from the higher beings, a message, a guide but at the end of the day, who translates them? Who prints them and spreads the word? Its us again. We fear that we are alone, so alone from the moment our life germinated to the moment in death and we rely on a series of explanations to life and death and we call this reliance faith and relygion.
20 years have already passed here. In the blink of an eye. How many more of such 20 years do i, or do we actually have? Looking back i have not really done much justice to myself in terms of living except screwing things up. And this would actually remind me, that this one chance in life that i have is the ONLY chance that i have and i have to do what i want, achieve what i want for time will not forgive me for screwing up as evident in the past few years of this existence of Nicholas.
What's running through my head about this topic is more complex than my mind can put to words but i have just attempted to do so as it really bugs me like a bee in my head. I know i may have committed blasphemy in many areas of this post but i really am wondering with no offense to any party or person. I just want to put it all out and vent this somewhere. May i not go to this possible place we call hell because of this post.
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Kind of understand why people, regardless of living or dead leave these set of words to us:
LIVE EVERYDAY LIKE IT WAS YOUR LAST.
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