What if I don’t make enough memories and there’s no way for me to get back there? 9. No matter how much I enjoyed it, there are places I have not returned to yet, if I would ever. When I go somewhere, anywhere, I don’t have any idea if it’s the last time I’ll ever go there. When I go somewhere, I don’t know whether I’ll come back. I don’t know how the world would handle it when the time comes for us to meet them. Whether it is similar to us or not, there exists, somewhere along this time-space continuum, something to remind us that the universe does not belong to us. We’ll keep expecting something greater to come, something grander to appear, and when it doesn’t, the thought that we didn’t relish in that single moment a little longer would kill us. We’ll never know we’ve already experienced true happiness until it’s gone. You only know you were happy when you no longer are I’m not sure what’s scarier: experiencing the downfall of man-made civilizations on the face of the planet or allowing future generations to suffer the consequences of what we have done? 6. In a few more decades, Earth will not be as beautiful and habitable as it once was. The rate with which the humans destroy the planet is alarming. Today the Earth is more beautiful than it will be tomorrow I guess we’re all pictures waiting to be framed. But there will come a day when no one I’ve ever interacted with would still be around. Maybe they’d tell stories of me, what I did for a living, how I relate to them. They do not know my quirks, the way I smile or laugh, what I was like. Someday, someone from my lineage would get dragged to a cemetery and would watch as someone older lights up a candle for me. The human race is going in circles and I don’t think everyone’s aware of it. And, others will just be retracing our steps after we’ve moved on. We are all just retracing others’ steps before us. Wherever you stand, someone had stood on before. You are neither the first nor the lastĮvery patch of land you step on, several “someones” have already stepped on before. All these emotions, all these feelings roiling within you and you cannot communicate them to others in a manner that they can understand just how deeply you feel is a little screwed-up, to be honest. The ones you love cannot accurately discern how much you love them and the ones you don’t like have no avenue to know just how much you dislike them. Often, we say, “I know how you feel,” but do we, really? We feel emotions at varying levels and no one can ever know how you truly feel at the moment. No one has completely and actually felt what anyone else has felt in their life time. Someone lived their life in this home, and you’re just passing by. It’s really unnerving when you think about it. I think about how someone must have memorized its every nook and cranny, how these walls must have heard shouted arguments and whispered reconciliations. They might have tripped on those stairs, or looked out on those windows watching the stars. When I go to someone’s house, I always think about how many memories they have of that house. Here are a few of my most common morbid thoughts. When you stare out a window during a long bus ride, what do you think of? We amble through life not realizing just how much history is within our grasp, and how much of the future depends on what we do today. The human condition has become worse for wear over time. Whenever I’m quiet and brooding, my thoughts turn dark for no reason and I keep on picturing terrible scenarios in my head which lead to internal philosophical debates and existential crises. Despite my cheery disposition and positive vibes, my very close friends know that I have an extremely morbid mind.
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