My thoughts on existence, written under a bit of influence, unfortunate or not
I've had this philosophy in mind for a few years now, and I’d like to share it a little, just because.
It is common to question existence, but here's the thing. Most who question are grounded, all their thought taking place in the context of Earth, maybe some in space and the moon. People ask why and how. They ask about purpose and reason. Some do science, some take part in religion.
But all that aside, what about the thing itself? Existence, just it.
Existence is fascinating, it created so much. The concept of nothingness, the concept of mass, the concept of life. But, what's outside of it? In fact, is there even an outside to begin with? Or a "begin with" to exist? Or "exist" at all?
And the fun part, is there is even an "or" and a "?" ?
I don’t really have much of a format or structure for this post , I apologize. Call me lazy, random, pretentious for this.
Anyways, let’s continue.
Existence, it's just fascinating, I wish I could lay on the bed and dream all day about this, in hopes a random dream to satiate my hunger.
See, the thing about questioning existence is that, there’s always a limit to it, regardless of how far you push it. There’s always a better way to describe this, a more fitting language than English to use to express this philosophy. There’s nothing to blame, it’s just how it is. We’ve forged a framework that limits us from reaching the maximum potential of exploring this intriguing concept.
An arrangement of atoms, matter, a piece of existence, like me, contemplating itself. It's been done an infinite amount of times, that's for sure. And that's what makes it amusing, the fact that there's "infinite amount of times" to begin with.
I am not writing about this because I am depressed. More like a staring-at-the-ceiling-at-3am way.
I'm rather happy with my existence. Genuinely, consistently, gently happy. Life is great, I am content with what this physical form allows me to do and what it makes me want. Take for example, a nice long black on a rainy day.
However, I can’t deny the fact that I wish I could leave this physical self and explore everything and the other, tragic fact that I must stay due to my nature.
I wish I could write more in this post, I really do. But I am dry. Fun fact, I wrote this under the influence of an extra pill from my medicine which I took to treat my cold, thus, the title. I took 4 pills when I was supposed to take 3. Hah.
Perhaps, it’s fitting, the limit of one singular mind that doesn’t even take up all the cognitive capacity of the brain, the limit of being incapable to articulate this post perfectly in the way I want. I find it quite humorous how I am essentially using words randomly at this rate.
I don’t have a conclusion for this post. I don’t really know what I am doing. Clicking "Publish" was optional.
Cheers.
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