A question I find myself asking more frequently throughout my days. I take a step back from reality, ridding myself of any sense of existence.
I am merely an entity, floating in a particular time and place, viewing the timeline, the thoughts, the grit, of a human’s life. That human would be me.
Instead of seeing my life through my own eyes, I see it through a stranger’s. A ghost’s. I see the choices, the consequences, the product of ones coming and going. The thoughts in his head.
Bleak. Meaningless. I travel all through his short journey. Nothing. But he sees it opposite. He puts meaning to the meaningless. Life. Love. Virtue. He chooses to live, albeit for nothing.
He chooses to love, albeit he only finds sorrow and loneliness. He chooses to find virtue, albeit the essence of his existence is so mere, the product of his existence amounts to nothing.
The being of this man, is nothing. But in his eyes, he is complex. He is all, and everything is nothing.
Yet, to all the glaring eyes, he is merely a shell, containing a more powerful essence inside. His soul. But what cannot be perceived by either himself or the viewing entity, his soul is empty.
As is every other. The sad, lonely truth falls hard, landing even harder, and yet, this man keeps going. With such perseverance. The man keeps moving forward, for nothing.
The man, no matter how great the accomplishment in his eyes, it is all nothing. And the question stirs in both the man and the entity...