What’s the purpose?
Of a beautiful sunny day,
Of the golden shine of autumn leaves,
Of the calming hush of ocean waves
When I sit in the sports stadium
And feel the rush of the cheering crowd
Is it more than just a room stuffed with particles?
Is this energy greater than the sum of its parts?
Is the world more than a collaboration of atoms,
Going down a predestined path?
Or are they controlled by a force up above
What is the reason?
For this earth to keep on spinning
For the sun to keep on shining
For the universe to keep on expanding
For the humans to keep on living
Questions without an answer
Tear my mind to pieces
But what is my mind anyway,
But a series of electrical impulses
And chemical reactions in my brain?
An existential crisis
Consumes every piece of my being
But how can I be sure that my body exists?
When the physical world is just the brain’s best guess
Yet I must comply to the physical world
A word of false meaning and materialism
Not to drown in my questions
Keep following the rules and singing the same happy song
Not to lose myself in my dangerous thoughts
Only adhering to our conventional reality
Would I be able to escape it
That’s my reason
That’s my purpose
What if these questions have no answers?
But more terrifying:
What if they do?