What do you do when you realize that you are a product of chance? Or as some people say, evolution? Which, btw, rests a lot on the factor of chance. No, I don’t mean to go into the cliched topic of purpose of life! Its a well established fact that there is no purpose to life. The gurus of art of living earn billions by saying the same shit.
What do you do when you realize you are mad. Mad, as in, you don’t exist inside the periphery of sanity of the world. You do things, think of things which people neither understand nor can even imagine.
Basically, we are but just blobs of mass and energy. Fine. So wise people say, you look at flowers, you look at trees, you find peace. Others talk about spiritual stuff. To gain perspective. Some eat, drink and make merry. Other immerse themselves in work. Few immerse themselves in illusions – travel the world. All in all, everyone tries to preserve themselves. To keep breathing.
At the end of the day, you knew whether love or ego or peace or hope or illusion – they are just the tools we use to survive. Its up to oneself to put them aside and make way for another world. Or nothing at all.
The thin line between sanity and insanity.