To exist is to question ones existence. Do we exist, or do we not? In the overall scope of things, we’re merely just dust on the wind; here for a moment to leave our mark on the ages through acts that are like unto ripples in the ocean. Is life worth living? What is the meaning of life? Is there a God? What if there isn’t a God? Who am I? Why do people do the things that they do?
To understand these things, one must look at the entirety of human existence and look at the entirety of the existence of the Earth in comparison to that and then to look at the entire existence of the Universe in comparison to that and then whatever is beyond in comparison to that and so on and so forth. You will see that from that scale, life is not worth living, since it is over so quickly while death and silence and destruction are continual and ever-lasting. There is no meaning to life, for what meaning could it have on such larger scales, when it’s over and gone so quickly? How can there be a God when so much horror and tragedy goes on? If there isn’t a God, then there’s just nothingness and none of this is for a reason and it doesn’t make sense and we have to make sense of it and… How can I know who I am if others don’t tell me, when I’m so small and my actions mean so little? Since people act like that, that means I can, too; and if nothing else matters, then it’s just this moment and myself.
But that is only one perspective amongst many and may not even be the perspective of those attending. You must also go down into our world as far as you went out into the all-encompassing space and time beyond our own species existence, down into the insect world and the plant world and down into micro-organisms, bacteria and viruses and further down into the molecules and atoms that make up everything, and then you find that splitting certain atoms presents certain powerful results that affect far more than what you would have thought they would upon appearance. Same with all of the other smallest organisms such as bacteria and viruses. When you think about it, God or not, life stemmed from a primordial soup of sorts that held the building blocks for life; and that soup is still in existence to this day in our oceans current systems, being transferred around and through our very world like a life-stream, carrying nutrients and the very basis of life on our planet around the world. All life began as single-celled organisms and expanded from there, splitting to become the symmetrical designs that they’ve become, intricate in their design and unique to each other at the same time as having comparisons.
You see that life is worth living, for every day is like a miracle, but you take it for granted because you forget all of the little things that had to go into each step of each step, you focus on the horrible seeming events, adopting a single perspective instead of working to focus on the positive and make it stand out, because it’s there, every day, in small and simple ways just waiting to be recognized and enjoyed. You realize that the meaning of life is simple ‘to live’ and experience the raw variety of flavors that come with, for better or worse, because each one is different and has something different to offer, different to learn and grow from and then to turn and offer to others for them to learn and grow from. There has to be a God of some sort, because of all the love and deep-connection that you feel to and from and with all things when you clear your mind of negativity, such as in meditation and relaxation. Even if there isn’t a God, it doesn’t matter because this life is so vibrant and rich that it’s worth just living once and having nothingness be on the other side, it’s worth whatever might be waiting, worth every ache and pain and struggle when it finally all clicks together and begins to run smoothly.
Even with all of that space out there and all of the time beyond it and even though our existence is like a momentary pebble cast into an ocean as the tide was sweeping in; we’ve changed things to a small degree, for better or worse. We changed the overall picture from what it would have been had we never been in it. Just like the Virus and the bacteria and the micro-organisms and building blocks of life start small and aspire to great things, so do we. Yeah, we could be gone in the blink of an eye, but at least we were here. Who I am is not defined by any other person or insecurity; it’s what my heart tells me I am and what I always feared I wasn’t and not what I feared I was. Fear turned me into something I was not, but by the banishing of fear, I found who I was. Do not fear fear, but learn from it and adapt like you would any other problem in life. What others do does not matter overly much, as I can handle them and deal with them because I know who I am and it is more important to be the change you want to see rather than try to simply force others to be the change.
Things we do may not seem all that important when compared to the larger picture, but compared to the smaller picture, we can see how they are vastly important. Every action and reaction and word and phrase. Every thought that may come to be and every person that exists regardless of social standing or parentage or racial heritage, every plant, insect, life.
It is the balance that must be found in accepting different perspectives and utilizing both at the same time to remain a blend of humble and confident, noble and not, etc., for every situation is different and must be handled at least slightly differently, because each person is different, at least slightly and each background is different, at least slightly. But, the emotions caused are ultimately all the same and what it all boils down to is ‘choice’ and what perspective a person would rather have; what avenues they will more likely take based on their ability or inability to see beyond singular perspectives, whether they choose to focus on the negative or the positive, or both; or the fact that they may not even be what we think they are in terms of negative and positive.