Wonder what spectacular, momentous events are taking place right now in places out of human reach. As I go about my days fretting over my sorry lot – lack of money, poor health, sucky job, low social status, zero relationships, no dreams and pathetic desires, there is something grand happening far out above, unconscious of me. Planets are floating, comets zipping by, stars exploding, molten lava furiously churning, gas clouds sparkling with the birth of stars, chaos amidst silence. Eternal unlike my time on earth and infinite unlike the ground I amble upon.
Sure they’re just dead matter whereas I’m a sentient Human of the 21st century. But would I be any worse off if I turn into a rock this moment? Will the universe a shit? Regardless of what I do with my silly little life here on this planet, would it in the end have any more meaning to it than it’d have if I was a hobo asteroid hurtling alone across the cosmic emptiness for eons, before finally banging head-on into some reptile infested planet?
But here I am, stuck in a particular way of being, so I’ll go on living like billions of others do and carry my curse of consciousness till the very end. Effectively, my life is already over. I’ve no goals ahead. No ambitions. I’ve been eating from the toil of poor farmers all these years without giving anything back. I’m no benefactor of humankind and society got a dirty deal off me. I’m not going to marry and spawn offspring either, so my genes get a dirty deal too from their organism. In short, I’m going to live like a rock lying in mud, oblivious to the wonder of existence in a mind-boggling universe. I’ll continue to exist. I won’t kill myself . Just for the heck of it.
End of pointless rant. Sorry for wasting anyone’s time.