This is a piece of writting inspired by existentialism that I wrote and enjoy

 

Is it not strange what we do as humans?

We run around like ants

Constantly in a rush

But we are often going somewhere we hate

Where we sit for long hours

Wasting our lives away

To earn coins in a currency we know will eventually be useless as our economy falls

We are always in a rush

We are in a rush to grow up

We are in a rush to make money, get rich

We are rushing to find someone to marry

We are in a rush to bring up our children

Then we are in a rush to be alone again

We want to be young again

We want to be naive again

But we were going to fast

And then we sit and we are no longer rushing

Watch us in a city

We look like an ants in a colony

Running around doing things we don’t want to do

We are in a rush
We as humans are born alone, we are thrown into this world and we are expected to know things, to understand things, to understand who we are, to find a purpose. But what if all our actions all our suffering and heartbreak, all emotion and feeling, what if it doesn’t mean anything. What if all of this was for nothing, What if our fast paced rushed lives are absolutely pointless. Our struggle in between good and bad, trying to find who we are, trying to become something of worth. All of that to no avail. Then maybe you would run to religion or spirituality; you can put your fate into someone else’s hands. Maybe you are afraid of death so you run to your god. But what if your entire belief system was built up to it’s intensity simply from our natural human fear of death. What if you are putting your trust into an almighty being that was made years ago by our ancestors just because they were afraid of dying. Humans are afraid of dying and just disappearing, they’re afraid that everything in their lives was for nothing and that eventually their lives will just stop.- Maybe all this is true. Perhaps all the maybes in this speech are all certainties. What if we really don’t have any meaning? Where does that put us? Are all of our attempts to be someone or something meaningless? Have we been screaming for generations only for our breath to be caught in the wind? Does this make us free? Does our lack of communication in this cold world give us chains or does it give us wings? Maybe unfeeling and lack of emotion help us. Maybe no longer fighting with good or evil feelings can let us do what we want. We are free to do and to say what WE want as individuals. The human race is doomed and our world will eventually burn and be dust swaying in the galaxy once more, but is this bad? Will we cry for our damned future or will we laugh with pure ignorance?