Most of the time, I find myself in a pool of silly and unanswered questions. It's because I overthink too much.
Most of the time, I ask myself the same question most people do:
Why am I here?
What's my purpose?
Am I worthy of being here?
Abruptly, though, I disregard those questions. I go back to whatever I was doing before those questions popped up.
But, sometimes, I just get a little too far.
Who am I?
What would happen if I wasn't here?
Why am I doing this? Why am I doing that?
How in the world am I surviving this?
If I died, what would my young ones think of the world?
If I died, where would I go?
Why is there a voice in my head who doesn't sound like me or anyone else?
Those, too, are being disregarded too quickly. Why? Because I know no one would have an answer. Not even me.
Sometimes, I feel like the Earth: a small planet in the vast expanse of the universe. The stars that burn up millions of miles away, light years, the questions that seem to just pop up on the back of my mind.
The worse thing is that I'm a mundane, and even on Earth, there are already lots of bigger things that surround me.
Much more important things.
I believe in God. I believe that our existence is because of him.
But, why am I here?
What purpose do I have in this world full of love, hatred, chaos, lust, joy?
"We're just a speck of dust within the galaxy.."
Right. Just a speck of dust.
Only my family would care if I was gone. Sometimes, I even wonder how they've gotten me.
WHY. AM. I. HERE?