Existence

Every day I ponder on the question “what is all of this?”

I believe something is beyond death. Life may just be a sliver in a journey. It’s crazy. Maybe there are other things like life but not life. These parallel journeys may be similar. We meet the same souls and friends. But u won’t recognize them by their face, because the physical body was just a vehicle for the soul. Yeah, we are souls manifesting in physical matter. You will recognize them by their soul alone. Like a sense. I think the purpose of all this is a journey, through the hardest of hard, to allow us to appreciate the end result of eternity, a desired destination. existence was made to be good. And not a letdown. I discussed this unanswerable topic with a friend. He stated how 1 kilometer closer than the sun. We might not be here. And how lucky we are compared to everything else, every other thing that might have “lived” on a planet had it not been 1 km off. But then I think. How is something that never existed unlucky? The ones who never existed due to circumstantial inequalities are not unlucky, because they never existed. Something that does not exist cannot be anything, except nothing, and what is nothing?

In a simple thought, a law states that nothing can exist or derive from purely nothingness. This means that everything that exists, every grain of sand, planet, every strand of reality, was created. It didn’t spontaneously pop out of nothingness, but was rather created by something that wanted it to be there. This brings me back to the unanswerable question: what? Whatever put it there left more proof. Everything has uniform. Everything has design. Think about it. Atomic structure, planets, forces, galaxies. Everything has a recognizable design…everything. How does this occur? We humans replicate this with buildings, cars, clothing, and everything we create. Is it just chance that everything existing has a specific design. It didn’t come from nothingness. Something truly wanted it there. And that something designed it. Designed everything

If something can it exist, it will, because the chances of it occurring will always be happening. We just don’t know when or where it will occur. Many fear that after life is nothingness and nonexistence. I don’t see this possible. I believe it is impossible to not exist. That everything must exist. One cannot ponder on non existence because it is not comprehendible and unable to be experience by anything, for something to experience it, it must exist, and existence does not cease to exist. Woah, back to square 1. I believe something is after death, not nothing.

So, the planet that was 1 km too close to the star did not have life exist that could have. What if it were the other way around? Earth was too close for life and planet 1390375 was perfect. Would I be typing this blabber there instead of here? So can I exist somewhere else? It reminds me of aborted babies. Will that life just occur somewhere else? What makes a life different to another and what connects one to another? If I die, and another life reoccurs, might I exist back into that one? This really depletes the value of “I”. What is “I”? What makes me different? Can “I” occur again? And how would one know it is that certain “I”? If we do re exist, how is it that “I” can be another “I”? I end up without an answer to any of this. Damn it.

This is what I think about every day. Where are the deceased? Are the self aware somewhere? I constantly question reality and existence, and life. I state nothing of religion. But I conclude to one thing: something, no idea what or who, but something, created existence and everything in its realm. If I knew the who, what, when, where and why…I’d probably be rich. My head is clear. Goodnight.