Musings about life

One day, when I become nothing but a pile of bones left to rot in the bottomless pit of dirt; who will remember me?

One day, when I become nothing but a speck of dust in the galaxy, who will know my name?

One day, when the world ends and gets destroyed by calamity, will I be considered part of an evolution?

What is the purpose of living, when my mere existence does absolute nothing in this world; a place of nihility, and the fact that we are living in a world of oblivion.

Why do people choose to fall in love, choose to have friends, choose to compete, choose to draw, to sing, to study, to drink, to take drugs, to make change, to survive? Was this all our choice? Or were our lives planned by fate, or by a religion figure head, or by.....nothing.

Why do we believe in fairies, in ghosts, in the supernatural, in Santa Claus and religion? If the only purpose is for us to live for something, and strive for anything, then all this is just nothing. 

Why do we advocate for change, why do we continuously adapt our surroundings, why do we decide on our instincts to do what we feel is ethically and politically correct? 

What makes us human? Is it because we have a brain, a heart, a body, skin, hair, eyes, nose, ears and lips? Is it because we rule the animals, believing we are superior?

Why do we communicate with language, why are there different languages, why are we one but we are all different: colour, gender, uality and so on. Why do we split ourselves into groups, and why is it this way?  

Why are there wars, massacres, famines, floods, diseases, climate changes, global warming? Why are there good and evil, white and black, when there is never really one extreme? 

What is the sole purpose for our existence? 

Why should we care when we're only this tiny little dot in the whole history of entirety. In millions and billions of years later, we will become nothing but artefacts of the past; like the dinosaurs are to us. 

We'll become extinct, left with nothing but the remains of what we call our creation.

-inspired by life

 

 

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Guillemet
#1
What did you do to my brain T T
Lol jk, wow. Hey, dunno if you still remember me but this is very deep. \o/
Wish I could think like that.