𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒

how strange it seems that we are able to exist against every odd.

it seems so hilariously simple to enter this complicated universe. where there are massive balls of fire and gargantuan spheres of rock or gas floating through a void for no reason. no one quite understands how these things appeared, but they underwent a turmoil of pain and pressure to exist.

and yet, somehow, we manage to come into existence so easily. despite the mind-numbing layers of complexity within our bodies, we simply are able to...be.

and we all seem to take it for granted. as if we deserve to exist.

"of course i deserve it, why wouldn't i? i am every bit as deserving as the next person, if not more," some would say, "i have a right to be here."

and, yet, we do not.

we are here for a reason that no one knows of. mankind has pondered over it for ages with no avail. there is a beauty, however, in the unknown. we're given the chance to declare our own purpose.

and we all still have the audacity to take every breath for granted.

we can build, destroy, and revolutionize, but we will never understand why we're here. and we will never have any sort of right to be here. each individual existence is simply a breathing miracle. it's a miracle you exist when every odd is against you. there's simply no other word for it. miracle.

and maybe we will never quite discover why we are here in this universe.

but perchance we are only here as a means for the universe to experience itself.