In Which I Have Some Kind of Existential Crisis

Some days, especially when I become so pressured with academics, I go through some kind of existential crisis. It's really stra...


Some days, especially when I become so pressured with academics, I go through some kind of existential crisis. It's really strange -this feeling of surrealism. I get moments where I become hyper-aware of my existence. Do we really exist, or is our consciousness merely an invention. Did we come to be, because we willed it so?

And then I think about Death and how it's supposed to be this, "separation of the soul and body", rather isn't it the state of forever unconsciousness and because we are unable to be conscious of ourselves, we cease to exist, but not truly because we live on in the consciousness of others??? What about people who are physically living when their consciousness is turned off -can these people be classified as "existing"??? WHAT EXISTS AND WHAT DOESn'Ttt. If it can be imagined, it can exist?

What if we are all just products of each other's imaginations, hence why tropes exist.

It wakes me up at night -the thought that maybe I'm not real, and that one day, someone will stop being conscious of me and the only consciousness keeping me "alive" is my own. What happens then? What happens when I go back to sleep? To the state of temporary unconsciousness. Where do I go?

Why am I here? Is this real? If you think about it, the state in which I am currently living my life just a manifestation of human consciousness -what if at one point in time, everyone just. stopped. I dunno. Beneath all the layers of complexity that is "being human", that consciousness, what is that even. What is that. How do you go on physically living when your consciousness is turned off.

Where do the unconscious go. The same place socks go when you stick a pair in the dryer and only one comes out, I guess.

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