My existence
So...Have you ever wondered what would happen if you just blipped out of existence? Would it be a bad thing? A good thing? Would it even matter? Existence can be good I suppose, but it seems just like a waste of time to me. I'd rather have it end, just POOF! Would anything be different? Would it matter if I up and poofed my way into oblivion? I think not. Good, evil, ideas, faith, friends, love, pain, hurt, sorrow. All come with existence. But what does it all matter? Why should I care about any of these things? Why try and better yourself, why not just let it all fall into place, or end outright? Why continue this road of life? Why hang out with stupid people. Why with smart? Or why hang out with the ones you care about? Does it mean anything? Does it matter? Will it make a difference in the long run? Who remembers the generic human? No one. They come into existence, and then they pass into nothingness with no one the wiser. Why exist? I suppose because it is required. Much like sleep. Why sleep if you don't have to? But, unfortunately for us, we have to sleep. Or we get all messed up. Or die. Lack of sleep can make you die. But it’s just one way to enter the void. People speak of a purpose to life. Well, who’s to say there is one? God, man, who decides purpose? Why is there purpose? Perhaps purpose is only to live, perhaps only to die. Everyone needs a purpose. Or so they say. What if purpose is only a figment of the mind? Something we manifest upon ourselves, but only exist in our minds. Purpose could be nothing; it could be everything at once. Does it matter? Does fulfilling your "purpose" even have meaning? Perhaps. There might be some cosmic plan for us all. We might all be here due to random chance. Who knows? Who cares? I exist. But does it matter?