Tag: Creation

Existential Crisis: Does My Matter Even Matter?

So I think I’m having an existential crisis. But that’s OK!

As the world seems spins faster and faster as every day of my life ticks off the clock, I can’t help but feel that it will stop the moment I’m dead. At that point, will all of this spinning matter? In the midst of my existential crisis: I’d say no.

Everything just seems so perfect in timing. Natural resources are rapidly depleting at just about the same rate that I ‘m ageing. I’m learning about how my body works from breakthrough science, at just about the same age as when it will start to deteriorate. Global tensions are slowly growing at about the same rate as the wrinkles grow on my body. Climate change is becoming more erratic at just about the same pace as when I renew my mortgage. Everything seems to be happening perfectly in line with the timeline of my life. What gives?

I question my reality.

My existential crisis goes well past the realm of my body. Do the trees, the mountains, the fire, the ice, the water, the animals and grass ever exist? Or is this just the playground my mind vividly created to keep me amused. I feel as though when I die, none of what I’ve smelled, tasted, heard, touched or seen ever happened.

Well, it did happen, but just in that speck of time I called my life.

What if. When I die, none of the people I affected with my life ever existed. You and everyone I’ve ever interacted with were all just a part of a giant scheme. A complicated social world created by my soul just to keep me company.

I can’t help but feel as though my legacy will be nothing more just another minuscule particle floating in the vast open void we call the universe.

What do you think? Or do you think?