Life isn‘t easy. And it certainly isn’t easy to answer one of life’s most pressing questions: What is it all about?
In the past, many humans assumed that there was a cosmic relevance to them. They thought they mattered, not least because they were taught that the earth was the center of the galaxy. As the years passed, and as discoveries were made in the fields of astrophysics and related sciences, we came to learn that we are an extremely small constituent of the observable galaxy. From mars, our dear Planet Earth seems to be nothing but a frail blue dot in the sky.
Yet, this frail blue dot in the sky does seem to be a peculiar drop of water. If one looks closely, if necessary with the help of a magnifying glass, he can see millions of tiny living creatures in, on and around the drop of water. Humans, crocodiles, frogs, ants and microbes are all part of this drop. And yet the so called homo sapiens seems to attach more value to himself than to any other species of animal. He’s not wrong if he claims to be the fittest for survival, but he is definitely wrong to see himself apart from all the others. He is the result of pure luck, just like the rest of them. Darwin’s theory of evolution reveals that the random mutation of genes is what creates improved organisms over millennia upon millennia. If we are the result of randomness and luck, may I, then, suggest that there is no intrinsic sense behind our existence?
We live but on a speck of dust in cosmic terms and ostensibly there is no sense in our existence. For many, this would seem like a crushing, defeating realization, because they have identified with having an importance in this world. For many others, including me, this is an extremely freeing realization. There's no pressure. All there is, is the will to live. More so, there is the will to live passionately. And if the will fades, the world has enough to offer to rekindle it. You just have to find it.
