Being in this state of just zoning out of everything and the peace of this moment is the sole reason of existence i guess .
The human kind has always been entangled into the chain of thoughts that we had to always wright our thoughts to relive those moments.
But then why does the fantasy has this feeling of comfort, or any sort of art. Music, buildings and paintings in general. Is it because we are emotional beings or its just that we always try find the reasons to be always busy with life and loose the sense of existence.
I have tried to play along the rules of life. I tried to be happy. Numbed myself of feelings. Had my heart broken. Got myself into situations with no return. But i am still confused as to why is it the way it is? Why do we always think if we be at some place and imagine ourselves to be happy when we achieve something. Is being happy the only reason of existence? isn't that an emotion which still keeps us as a part of this facade. Which exists but at the same time has no purpose at all. The purpose of life in general is to be born and then vanish. Until you actually know why you are born.
These are not opinions these are just thoughts so judging them would be foolish. Also, it is weird how i am aware or conscious of the fact that this might get judged. I guess that's what makes us humans. Just a ball of emotions overflowing.
Kudos,
Perceivable Human