M
millefeui
Enlightened
- Mar 31, 2018
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Bear with me and my delusions for a moment: If we disappear entirely from existence once we die, can we even call ourselves "real"? A fictional person, also known as character, is also a brief existence (of sorts), living only as far as the person telling the story is willing to. Once the story ends, that existence ends as well.
In a sense, our existences aren't all that different. Brief, meaningless existences, that don't last much. Even the humans that lived the most, over one hundred years of existence... That is really not that much, if you think about it. Once we die, we cease to be "real". We might as well have never existed. Think about all the humans who lived on this Earth until now. Over 99% already died. Who are they? They are no one. They don't exist. They are nothing.
If there isn't some sort of afterlife or reincarnation, which is likely, we aren't really that real. We are just shades, dust in the wind, waiting to fade away into eternal nothingness. In a sense, we are even less real than the so called "non reality", considering our existence is considerably shorter and most of the time, less meaningful.
Another random thought... If there is a God, we are no more than characters in his goddamn stupid tragedy. Except there are no main characters, only a bunch of fuckers suffering for no good reason whatsoever.
Well, I told you people, I am totally nuts.
Thanks for reading and entertaining my delusions.
In a sense, our existences aren't all that different. Brief, meaningless existences, that don't last much. Even the humans that lived the most, over one hundred years of existence... That is really not that much, if you think about it. Once we die, we cease to be "real". We might as well have never existed. Think about all the humans who lived on this Earth until now. Over 99% already died. Who are they? They are no one. They don't exist. They are nothing.
If there isn't some sort of afterlife or reincarnation, which is likely, we aren't really that real. We are just shades, dust in the wind, waiting to fade away into eternal nothingness. In a sense, we are even less real than the so called "non reality", considering our existence is considerably shorter and most of the time, less meaningful.
Another random thought... If there is a God, we are no more than characters in his goddamn stupid tragedy. Except there are no main characters, only a bunch of fuckers suffering for no good reason whatsoever.
Well, I told you people, I am totally nuts.
Thanks for reading and entertaining my delusions.