do you ever stop for a second and think damn how lucky we are to be alive
All the time. Life seems so solid. Ourselves, our reality, our relationships seem massive, infinite and real, yet for a while now I’ve been feeling how ephemeral it all actually is. How quickly that solidity can dissipate into absolute nothing. It can be terrifying unless we focus on gratitude for this moment.
not specifically that, but I stop sometimes and think, nothing really matters. what you are feeling right now, what is coming next, your parents, your family, your kids, that thing that you love the most or scared of the most…. nothing. you weren’t born them. you won’t take them when you leave.
We beat a one in 400 trillion odds just to be born, not a big deal
100%. every f_cking day. we get another chance today.
For sure, everyday actually. Also I grew a mullet for the first time this year. I often stop for a second when I catch myself in the mirror and think Damn I’m ugly as shit 😂
Yes, but more that I’m lucky I’m alive right now, when so much could have happened in the last 35 years… not lucky to be alive in general. Because if we weren’t alive, we wouldn’t be conscious of a thing called life. I don’t think I’m lucky that 1 sperm out of billions found an egg and produced me.
i think about existential existence daily; however i have to work on appreciating it more. it's much easier to reground the sensation of positivity into luck around friends or family, but i understand why i am where i am. cosmically, a flash in the pan
literally all I think about the downside is existential dread but then that prompts the journey of living fully aware of how special life is and in full view of death ☯️
I do this every day… I go workout, I go see my family. I’m lucky to simply be able to do these things, so I take advantage
Existentialism is embedded into my psyche. Blessing & curse 🥲
i think how the fuck is this possible and if i understood would i go crazy
