What does it mean to exist?
What is the point of all of this?
We are born alone, we die alone.
Everything in between is a dream
(or a nightmare).
Everything in between is indifference.
Does it matter what we do in between life and death?
If we make a name for ourselves, will it matter when we’re gone?
Some say it will, but how can it matter
if we can’t see what happens after?
It’s almost like religion— I always thought it was weird that we shouldn’t do this,
or we shouldn’t do that,
but will it matter when my body turns into ashes
or when you’re 6 ft below ground— will it matter what you did?
Will it matter how many friends I had if I can’t see who’s there after death?
Will it matter how much money I made if I can’t use it in the afterlife?
(Is there even an afterlife)?
Most of us are barely existing– living in conplacence.
Some of us are existing only in the depths
A depth that comprises of layers made of anxiety, stress, and despair.
But let’s try to be positive:
Let’s say life is a dream.
And let’s look at how a dream works:
Think about it— you wake up one day.
What if we wake up at the point of death
and realize that nothing was (real)?
| H S