I've been thinking a lot lately. I keep thinking why it matters that we exist to the universe. I mean, nothing really does. Not the jobs we have, not the grades we have, if we're nice or mean, etc. Don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal, I'm just not understanding why we matter to this big, big, universe. I'm not sure how to explain it. Hearing someone say "we are here to just exist" or whatever isn't good enough for me. I want to know. Maybe all teenagers feel this way. Maybe I'll figure it out. Maybe I'm scared. Maybe we're all scared. Do you think we're all still fighting on religion and other beliefs because we're scared to find the real answer? I don't know.
I hope that I'm not the only one thinking this way.
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Random Thoughts I Have at Night
Non-FictionI seem to think a lot more at night. I sometimes stay up late, or not sleep at all because of these thoughts. Why?
