Existential crisis. A word we all use quite often. What concerns me is how we trivialize the meaning of it. Even I was among such people erstwhile, and still, continue to be. It was only after I actually experienced one that I realised how terrifying it could be.
Life is beautiful, life is great, yet, at that moment, all I felt was insecurity. What if this is the end, does it actually carry any meaning?
In the grand scheme of the universe, do I even matter?
What if I lost a loved one, what if everything is nothing beyond a mere simulation, and I have been delusional all along?
These thoughts might sound like rants of an eccentric nihilist, but, I got plenty of them even though I am far away from philosophy.
It is intriguing to see how pragmatic approach and philosophy coincide. Death, serves as a unifier.
I might die, and later be scattered as ashes.I might even unite with God( if at all, he exists. Honestly, I don’t know the answer to that).
Believe me, I cried for nearly an hour. It strikes me at any random moment. I might even tear up sitting before the computer screen when I done posting this blog.
I felt like curling myself up, and cry. Do I even exist, for whom?
Earth is just an inconspicuous speck in the cosmos. “Oh,F*ck.”
Speaking of the cosmos, our minds are attributed as the most complicated things in the entire cosmos. It has its own coping mechanisms. It won’t let you sink that easily. Mine, too, was conditioned to Denial. A human behavioral trait, wherein we all venture into activities and stop thinking, or else, we’d all be dull and morose for the rest of our lives, awaiting death to embrace us and end the pain of existing once and for all.
Then, just a few words struck my mind
Cogito Ergo Sum. I think therefore I am.
I wiped my cheeks and went to the kitchen to cook mac and cheese.