Yes, I suppose life is all but a dream. Who are we to say we exist? There are regions that we shall never explore; Places that we cannot even imagine. But perhaps those places do not even exist. Do we all have our own seperate dimensions where only what is in our knowledge exists? If we never knew something existed, until someone told you about it, did it exist before? Does God look at his creations all the same? Does it matter what you think or believe in? I suppose he only listens for those who accept his word; If you have disobeyed him perhaps he just abandons you. We are just skeletons and flesh living in his biggest regret, this earth.
But what if there is no God? Yet higher beings above us, just observing us. Then would life be a vision? What if there is no higher being, no God, no spirit, no creature more advanced then homo-sapien. Ah yes, then life, would really just have no meaning then would it? We could die, and people would mourn, but reality is the mourning would stop. There would be no spirit that would remain because spirits would be non-existent.
Yes it is a lonely idea. ” According to the Existentialist, a human being’s existence is a lonely existence. At the end of the day, we are all alone. Can anyone ever truly understand what it is to be you, to experience all the things you have experienced, to understand your joys and happiness, your pains and sorrows? Surely we can talk to other people about how we feel, we can draw pictures, we can play music, but all this attempt to communicate ultimately leaves something behind. We cannot always get our feelings, ideas or experiences across exactly. There is a painful reality that ultimately we are alone, by ourselves, and ultimately lonely.”
It is but a tragedy, that we are not alone, but lonely. Silent beats play in our ears that we cannot hear. I wonder if it’s an angel singing us a lullaby, or a demon whispering to us hatred. If we are able to control our life in our dreams; How do we know that is not reality? And now we are in some sort of a dream. All the pain we experience here, but in our dream-life, you can never feel pain.
If you could count the amount of breaths you have taken already in your life, it would seem like so much. If you were to count them in 10 years, the amount from this moment would seem like so little. It is a countdown to our death, is that all it is? If we could live 300 years would we try as hard as we do now? Mabye death is a blessing, and a small amount of years to live. You have such a short time, you will be willing to accomplish a dream before the clock stops ticking. Is it our will, that keeps us going? Even life has no meaning, we remain stubborn and try our hardest. Is it human nature? Is it a spiritual thing? Or does this itself have no meaning? No, not even in the depths of my mind can I find an answer. Only more questions.
But what if there is no God? Yet higher beings above us, just observing us. Then would life be a vision? What if there is no higher being, no God, no spirit, no creature more advanced then homo-sapien. Ah yes, then life, would really just have no meaning then would it? We could die, and people would mourn, but reality is the mourning would stop. There would be no spirit that would remain because spirits would be non-existent.
Yes it is a lonely idea. ” According to the Existentialist, a human being’s existence is a lonely existence. At the end of the day, we are all alone. Can anyone ever truly understand what it is to be you, to experience all the things you have experienced, to understand your joys and happiness, your pains and sorrows? Surely we can talk to other people about how we feel, we can draw pictures, we can play music, but all this attempt to communicate ultimately leaves something behind. We cannot always get our feelings, ideas or experiences across exactly. There is a painful reality that ultimately we are alone, by ourselves, and ultimately lonely.”
It is but a tragedy, that we are not alone, but lonely. Silent beats play in our ears that we cannot hear. I wonder if it’s an angel singing us a lullaby, or a demon whispering to us hatred. If we are able to control our life in our dreams; How do we know that is not reality? And now we are in some sort of a dream. All the pain we experience here, but in our dream-life, you can never feel pain.
If you could count the amount of breaths you have taken already in your life, it would seem like so much. If you were to count them in 10 years, the amount from this moment would seem like so little. It is a countdown to our death, is that all it is? If we could live 300 years would we try as hard as we do now? Mabye death is a blessing, and a small amount of years to live. You have such a short time, you will be willing to accomplish a dream before the clock stops ticking. Is it our will, that keeps us going? Even life has no meaning, we remain stubborn and try our hardest. Is it human nature? Is it a spiritual thing? Or does this itself have no meaning? No, not even in the depths of my mind can I find an answer. Only more questions.
