It’s amazing how little a single life matters.
The more people you encounter on a daily basis, the less value a single life will have. It’s desensitization. It happens to everyone from time to time. Such is also true with emotions; the more you feel a single emotion, the less significant it becomes. Depression is like that, too. It becomes normal, and you can take it for granted. You can achieve all your hopes and dreams, and find no joy in having done it because all you know is a sinking despair.
It’s easy to give in to that, to assume your emotions are you. It’s easier to assume your emotions always have some instigation; that they don’t happen arbitrarily. Yet the reality is, emotional states do happen arbitrarily, sometimes. You might be used to feeling anxiety at a particular time in the day, and you might experience that anxiety even when there is no cause for it. It becomes normal, and it’s easy to take for granted. When it happens to me, I find myself trying to assign a meaning to it because, by nature, I assume anxiety doesn’t happen arbitrarily. Yet, it really does. There is a disconnection between what I know, and how I feel.
And a single life is so insignificant. We’re ants crawling across the face of the earth. Nothing we do matters at all, and everything will eventually disintegrate into cosmic dust. Yet, what I do matters to me; the people I know matter to me, even here, behind the anonymous internet.
It has taken life 2 ½ billion years (+/-) to evolve to its present forms. That’s 2 ½ billion years of struggle, strife, conflict, death, and birth to create you and me and everything alive today. We are the survivors and the progeny of that process. Our ancestors lived while others died out forever. And here we are, wrestling with the thought of ending our own lives.
The universe is a weird place.
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Thanks for sharing. I agree with you. Mostly.
But “Nothing we do matters at all”. I think this we will never know. Maybe there’s even no way we could even comprehend it, our brains and senses may not have that capacity. Something like trying to teach a hamster differential equations…
What does it mean to say that, perhaps, something does matter?
That means that we cannot be sure how insignificant we really are. There is even a chance I am everything that really exist! (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solipsism). But we may never know. =)
It is indeed a weird universe!! I’d never have thought like that at all, but you are right. Kinda makes me think why am I bothering to struggle on, in the end it really doesn’t matter if I’m here or not, not in the grand scheme of things. Thanks for sharing.
It only has to matter to you; we are part of the whole of the universe, and the universe is only seemingly indifferent. We observe it, but we aren’t indifferent.