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Does anyone think a lot about how small we are compared to the world. I question who I am and how it’s possible to fit in when theirs millions of other people. It’s hard, whenever I’m alone with my thoughts for more than a few minutes I think about other peoples lives. Do you ever just want to be someone else with a completely different life. No memories of the past life. Sometimes I just want to experience different grievances and joy that isn’t tainted with my pain. I think about if i was my best friend, lived they're life. If I was my mom and lived her life. Experience life another way, have different emotional tendencies, different thought patterns, different origins, different devastating moments and wonder if I’d be a different person if I experienced a different life. One that’s either a fabricated utopia or opposite. And again I feel small. The millions of different versions of life moving at the same time makes me think that nothing really matters. If I don’t do something someone else will. The want to be someone else is too strong sometimes. I wonder if I could be happier if I was different, different friends, parents, experiences.
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Dart Highwind
You can never be anyone else but you, but you can make the effort to be the best you possible.
Sure, compared to the universe, we're little more than a speck of dust, but that's what makes it so interesting.
Our problems really don't matter in the grand scheme, does it? So why worry?
That homework that needs doing, that project that needs finishing, the tough as nails boss? None of that matters. Be RELEIVED that it doesn't matter. The whole world isn't gonna end because of it, so there's no use to act like it will.
As far as purpose... who said we need one? Am I not allowed to just wander aimlessly until something piques my curiosity? Am I supposed to know at all times what I'm supposed to be doing?
For what end? What is my goal? I'm gonna turn into stardust by the time total heat death of the universe occurs, so why shouldn't I spend my time enjoying the absurdity that is the human consciousness rather than stressing about "why"?