Life just happens then it doesn’t
Life just happens then it doesn’t. This was
a weird realisation I had, probably at a time that I was daydreaming or trying
to get to sleep. This isn’t an essay or a particularly elaborate piece of
writing, just me sharing this thought.
So, what do I mean by ‘life just happens
then it doesn’t’? When taken truly literally, it’s obvious. Of course life
happens, life can’t not happen, because
something must exist for it to happen. Sounds pretty funny when I read that
out. But what I mean by this is that when we come to exist (when we are born),
we don’t comprehend this consciously, and the same applies for when we die.
When our lives start and stop happening, we can’t stop and think about the
actuality of it as it’s happened, we can’t stand and treasure the speciality of
that moment, it just sort of happens with no regard for us or how we think
about it. The odd reality of our lives that we’re thrown into existence and the
minute we begin to comprehend that it’s actually happening and what that means,
we’re already so far in that it doesn’t matter that it’s started, because we’re
so involved in the present. So it takes even longer, usually until our early adulthood,
until we finally think ‘how did I get here?’ And of course as we die, we return
to a state of non-existence; obviously we can’t think that we’re dead when we’re
dead. We don’t ever get the chance to fully realise our existence, we just sort
of do it. This isn’t particularly weird because it’s a simple reality, but it’s
an interesting thought, and if anything it’s either pretty depressing or quite
uplifting. When faced with these facts, we can either descend into existential
crisis or accept and wholesomely embrace this natural experience that we call
our lives. I’d personally naturally sway towards the first option, but this is
what life is all about; learning lessons, solving our philosophical issues with
our experiences, even if life is a confusing process that we can’t ever fully
comprehend.
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