There comes a time when we realize we have to be numb and devoid of vulnerability and sentimentality to be able to endure the chaos that plagues the world. If we let our emotions consume our minds, these feelings delve into our subconscious and we lose all sense of clarity, entering a state of internal frenzy that further inhibits our potentialities. This has always been my problem. I might as well say the past few years have been one ongoing existential crisis, but at least I can say I’m no longer afraid to admit to personal weaknesses.
Everything is so wondrously intricate. The stems of leaves, the wiring of arteries in the brain, the antennae on insects, our veins, the constellations above – they’re all a complex blend of fractals, all derived from combinations of the same matter. The human brain consists of 100 billion neurons at birth – the same amount of stars that there are in the Milky Way.
Yet simultaneously, everything seems conpletely meaningless and nonsensical. They say the sky is the limit, but I want to know what’s beyond it. Nothing on Earth can fill the bottomless void in my mind. I crave a universal explanation for my existence and the way things are.
Maybe we’re all mere combinations of 118 elements, ruled by the primitive instincts of our descendants who dwelled in rainforest canopies and picked berries without ever having the cognitive capacity to be aware of themselves. Life that was once dictated and perceived through our five senses, has been replaced by sensibility.
I wish I could release my troubles onto some divine being and tell myself every mistake is part of a greater plan for my life. There’s something about avoiding liabilities and adopting a naive faith in a separate entity that seems so appealing, yet unrealistic.
I want to find fulfillment by venturing into the vast unknown – visiting another dimension or universe – merely to see if there exists anything beyond human knowledge and sensory awareness. Maybe I’m asking for too much in wanting to grasp a concept that surpasses comprehension, for wanting to crack a code that’s too complex to decipher.
The stars twirl and dance in enchanting synchronization, the planets revolve like pendulums, comets soar from their interstellar origins, and meanwhile the human being has the audacity to convince himself that his small and irrelevant life has meaning.
Religion is a human invention that stemmed from the longing to connect with the infinite source of all things – a higher essence, or something that observes all the providence that occurs in the universe and cradles us in its palm. Something that can love, guide and protect us long after our parents are gone.
What I do know is that we’re all amalgams of billion year old carbon that have manifested to become exquisitely sentient and reflective. Mind, matter and space are not entities entirely separate from each other. Through philosophy, culture, moral reasoning and the growth of individualism, ever since the dawn of civilization, we’ve managed to convince ourselves that we’re not interconnected with the external universe – that we’re mere individuals confined in our own personal bubbles, catching momentary glimpses through the veil. The reality is, we will yield to the all-powerful laws of nature, regardless of our ego or its individualistic wishes. Being so closely reliant and intertwined with the elements of nature, as well as being responsible for it’s recent decay since the beginning of the 20th century for the purpose of economic and technological advancement, we have an obligation to maintain its balance. If we all had a simultaneous epiphany and realized that we’re on a rapid downward spiral that’s in our hands, we could collectively strive to reverse it.
I remind myself that there is still hope. The human experience of consciousness and love; of fusion and shared desire for another being, is an oasis in the desert that we all aimlessly wander. It’s an extraordinary feeling when you realize you’re no longer alone and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, that you can trust a human being on a level that was once unthinkable to you. That you matter to someone.
However at this point in time, there is little that fulfills me except solitude. Perhaps I’m just tired of monotony, behavioural restraint, and the pressure to be submissive to authorities – to morph into someone with characteristics I resent, to fuse with an army of drones that operate like programmed machinery and to have my future mapped out already.
I’m certain of nothing except death. My mind dwells on a superficial, predictable plain, occupied by cravings for instant gratification. Every sound is muffled; every sight is cloudy and unreachable. My brain throbs and feels detached from my body. The truth is, I know nothing about myself or anything, and I matter to no-one.