The Truth-less-ness About Existence
“Who are we? Just a speck of dust within the galaxy. Woe is me if we're not careful turns into reality” – Adam Levine, Lost Stars
Who are we?
Just a bunch of everybodies trying to be somebody? A large some of lost souls trying to find our way back home? Or are we a large body of people trying to believe in something so that we fill question mark that follows us like a soft whisper in the back of our minds?
The question being: Where do we come from?
People lose their lives defending their answer to this question. And why is that exactly? I mean think of it. If you have gone your whole life trying to figure out the reason for your existence and trying to fill that void inside of you with the answer, wouldn't you be mad if someone tried to take all that away from you? Yet again, questioning the validity of your beliefs, questioning the reason you believe you are here existing. Questioning, your existence.
But maybe that is the problem.
Maybe we are creating all these scenarios for ourselves instead of simply just Being. We are trying to figure it all out. And once we figure it out for ourselves, we deem any other possibility unworthy of having some merit of truth.
But what if the truth was, that there is no truth? Everything simply is. What if the only truth that there was, was love?
To love one another, to have compassion. To be One and find our peace as a collective in this way. How much different would the world be, if we all just loved one other. Despite our differences, despite our beliefs, despite our personal truths.
What if we just loved?
What if?
Why do you believe?
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