Existential Crisis

Wherever we are, whatever we are, this universe has made sure we get at our wit’s end trying to figure out the biggest questions alone. 

Sure, we have theories, but what if the universe wants us to believe what it has made us believe? Or what if the universe makes us do all we do?

What if free will is an illusion?

What if you had no option but were wired inside your brain to read this at this particular instant of time? What if I really had no option, but to sit here and write this at this moment in time?

Sure, I can stop and get up if I want, but what if that’s what the universe wants me to do?

What if that was decided the moment the big bang occurred(or whatever created the universe, if the universe was created at all or if it was always there and was designed for us to believe it had a beginning)?

What if we’re just robots of the universe who live and work towards a particular goal? 

But then again, we are alive and living.

We know that much right? 

What if I’m wrong and the single biggest proof of our conscience and comprehension is enough to prove the universe’s unforgiving dominance wrong and rather look at the picture with brighter colors?

Or maybe again, that’s what the universe taught us to believe?

If something gave us a conscience, surely, whatever gave it to us could have modified it to convenience.

So it could have given us limited consciousness. Enough comprehension to get by, but not enough to surpass its own intelligence maybe?

And all of these are just my thoughts. 

I like to think of it as this universe, or the multiverse may be, is the creative imagination of some other extraterrestrial….no, an extra-multiverse being….for whom our properties are mere thoughts and fantasies in a more detailed, complex, high definition, universe?

One of the proportions and dimensions, the magnitude of which is incomprehensible to us?

What if each of our inner subconscious minds, are actually universes in themselves with creatures born from our thoughts for whom their lesser properties of existence are as fascinating for them as our properties are for us?

What about your universe? How do you interpret your universe? 

Unleash your thoughts. And you’ll find that this makes for a source of infinite existential crisis.