You’re A Child Of The Universe.

One thing I always fail to understand is why do us humans think that we need a specific someone to get us through stuff? We don’t, and I’ll tell you why.

Isn’t it just so sad that some people actually fall in too deep that they almost give up their own lives for a certain someone that probably doesn’t care? They fail to realize that the world does not revolve around a specific someone, unless that someone is themselves. You are only supposed to keep a vigilant eye to your own surroundings. What’s true is true, and truth is that at the end of the day you’re all by yourself.

Everyone ends up alone anyway, isn’t it just better to learn to live that way?

We came in this world alone and that’s how we’ll leave, and this should not come of a ‘sad reality’ or a ‘bitter truth’, it’s the way it is and we all have to accept it. Because if we don’t, we’re wasting our lives to oblivion.

I, myself, have had several parleys on this such topic with various people being entitled to various opinions. My personal favourite one was, as follows:

Person ((let’s call them A)): “What do you do when they become a necessity of life? Like, say… oxygen. You feel like you need them in your life to be able to breath.”

Me: “A person is just a person, just another human, a sacred part of the universe trying to understand itself and everything around him/her. They’re mortal, and so is the universe. They should never be such thing as a ‘necessity’, nothing ever lasts.

A: “but when ignored by someone whose attention means thee most to you, the reaction perceived by the brain is similar to physical pain.”

Me: “Isn’t that what we claim to be the ‘saddest’ part? We become so blinded by our own perceptions of things that we forget the way they actually are.”

A: “True, we have a constructed and distorted perception which is subservient to whatever narratives our brain is operating on.”

Me: “Exactly, and that’s what makes us so miserable that we somewhat neglect the actual reason for our being.”

A: “And I thought suicide was a coward’s way out. Just need to constantly tell ourselves the purpose, even if we fail to believe.”

Me: “Suicide is what i believe, to be just the result of what happens when we get so captivated by the tricks our mind is constantly playing on us, that we fail to understand things the way they are. It’s sad really.”

A: “Severe cases result in depersonalization and derealization. I wouldn’t wish it upon my enemy, lest I have one.”

What i think we need to realize is that things don’t always go the way you plan, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

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What’s worse is someone close to you, someone you oh-so dearly adore, someone you’ve known all your life, fails to realize these things. You just want to shake them so hard and snap them back to reality somehow and show them that all these buildings, the people living in those buildings, the people walking the dimly lit sidewalks on empty midnight streets, the birds that just never seem to stop chirping, the stars that shine so bright you can’t help but endlessly stare at them – they are all here for a purpose, a purpose they all fail to realize.

The entire universe communicates in a language that is too profound to be put into words. The sun talks to the earth, it talks to the plants that somehow converge with the rays of sunshine disregarded by men. The stars talk to the moon and the moon, to the clouds. Together they make this world what it is. You, my friend, are a child of the universe and you have a right to be here. You hold inside yourself a piece of the galaxy, the universe, do you dare put it to waste?

“Dare not disturb the universe, my child, for it is busy in conspiring you to achieve your destiny.”