Ever since 2019, the fear of death is real. Existential thoughts are more frequent. Questions about the meaning of life haunt me every other day.
This is a good thing. Life has a new perspective.
I know now that the beginning of the end is here. It is now.
This is the beginning of the 6th mass extinction.
Climate change will end my future generations (if I do pass on my genes).
Doesn't matter how it all ends really. My life is insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
It doesn't matter if I life a good life or be evil. I will die one day and be erased of the face of this blue planet. If I leave no children behind, I will be forgotten. There is nothing wrong with being forgotten.
So what am I going to do with my life? How do I want to live?
That totally depends on me. Because when the end of the world or end of my life comes, it will be over in a blink of an eye. Nothing will matter. I will be one with the void.
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