This morning when I woke up from my bed, I noticed the sun coming from my bedroom window. I took my mobile phone and saw my friends’ stories on Instagram, and couldn’t help to wonder, are we just fleeing events in someone’s life? Maybe just something for someone to learn to avoid or, to learn to search for other people.
I stood up and went downstairs, and while having breakfast, I turned on my kitchen TV, where I saw a documentary about the 2000’s. They were showing the clothing style of the people, the group friends hanging out, the music, then the same people in the same video appeared, already as adults, maybe with family and work. I sometimes wonder if growing up or maturing makes someone boring, or with a lack of personality that, maybe when he or she were teens, somehow had. So, does that mean that maturing/growing up will make us less us? Less creative, less interesting? Just because society tells you that what you liked as a teen is «something of the past´´, isn’t it part of us still?
After I finished eating, I started to wonder, what thoughts really are? Why are there thoughts? Why do those exist in my head, if I can’t answer them, even if they are simple? What does existence mean? Are we just here to keep this thing rolling without a point or objective? Someday we will die, and there is nothing before death, since no one came back from it, so, must we think about how pointless and meaningless is life? or should we think about making progress as a society, inventing new things, discovering interesting and useful things for the future generations?
I went to take a walk outside, since sometimes I get easily overwhelmed while thinking about things, but as soon as I went outside I felt free. I was surrounded by trees, the air was pure, and there was no sound but the birds singing. However, what does freedom mean? Is it a physical state or is it a state of mind? Is freedom subjective or objective for each person? Sometimes I notice the children, having fun sometimes, even in a park or just with their family or surroundings. I notice the happiness on their faces. Does the innocence of a child lead it to happiness? or is it the ignorance which does? Ignorant people are happier than wise people? And, what even is happiness? Since we always ask ourselves that question, but conclude that happiness is quite subjective, your happiness can or may be the basic things in someone’s life. If you think of happiness as having vast sums of money or even power, maybe a president or a king thinks of happiness as having peace of mind.
After that, I went back home and stayed inside my room. I question myself, am I relevant? Does all the things I do have a meaning if I don’t even have an objective yet? Why must we always have something to believe in? Do we need gods if no one saw or talked with one or, do we need divine figures to all have a general objective in life? Are we some kind of god if we are creating AI with personality and emotions and even empathy? If yes, are we a simulation too?
Sybilla Herías Tihista
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