And in a moment of clarity, I realized that time is merely repeated. Everything has happened before and we are just sitting through the memories. Is this real, did that happen? I woke and realized that this has happened before. I have been here before, a moment of clarity when I realized nothing mattered. That life continues with no Nevermind to us or our day to day struggle.
And then I questioned, if nothing matters, then what's the point? Why go on? Why do anything? Fate suggests that we are unable to control our destinies, but if this the case, does it matter if I do nothing? Wouldn't that be written into the fabric of time?
There has to be a point, otherwise it existence upon this is simply without meaning and the daily struggle with "was I good enough today" had absolutely no meaning.
But this is simply contradictory to our evolutionary progress as humans.
So the questions still remain.
And then I realize that this question is the epitome of man's quest. Why we search, why we wonder, the driving force behind all religions, all questions.
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