I'm in this odd comatose feeling tonight. It's melancholy and overwhelming. I don't quite know why I feel this way, all I know is that I do. While reading a book a bit ago there was something said that made me really start to think. What is the present? We're not living in the past, and we're not living in the future, so that leaves the present. But when is the present? Because after a second, something you've done has moved on and you're thinking about your next action for the future. It doesn't make too much sense but thats probably because it goes deeper into science and mathematics or something of the sort, to explain these ideas. Everything has an answer now, justified by math and or science. Sometimes I wish that there were still wonders of the world, like in ancient times, with myths and gods and all. I mean, sure, there is still religion. But religion is one of the only things we still haven't figured out- and nobody ever will. As long as there are humans living on this earth, being born, living, and dying, no body will know who is ruling and what happens after death.
Honestly, what happens?
Do we disappear?
Do we linger?
Do we reach a supreme happiness?
Does everything just go away as if nothing means anything?
This brings me to my next point. I've never exactly expressed this to anybody but I think about it from time to time. I try to avoid pondering over it too much because it just makes me depressed. Have you ever realized that all there is, in anything at all is life? This is it. This is everything. The universe, people, religion. This is all there is ever. I don't know I kind of freak out when I think of it in full detail. I can't even explain. I just have this weird feeling about life and this whole place in general. What are we doing here? Why is there life? Why are there stars? Why is there anything at all?