Existence



“Imagine, there's no heaven or hell,
above us, there's only sky, and it's easy if you try. You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.” — John Lennon  
     
I can remember when the last time I was looking at the stars and trying to find myself in that dark sky, just lying on the terrace, alone.

Oh, I forgot to talk about this photo!
The Hubble Space Telescope of NASA captured this photo, which was published on August 16, 2018, and the facetious part is, the field features only 15000 galaxies. It is tracking the birth of stars over the last 11 billion years back to the cosmos’ busiest star-forming period, which happened about 3 billion years after the big bang.

The universe, the observable universe is estimated to contain 200 billion to 2 trillion galaxies. The Sun belongs to a galaxy called the Milky Way, astronomers estimate there're about 100–400 billion stars in the Milky Way alone. By seeing these figures, and comparing them with the lifespan of humans, sometimes, I doubt our own existence. Does our existence really matter in this universe? We know how various large populations of species had appeared, proliferated, and disappeared from existence.

Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
What are we fighting for?
Why are we wasting our own energy and natural resources on unnecessary things?
These fundamental questions of human existence have always obsessed me. On account of religious dogma, millions of people believe they already know the answers to these big questions—what happened before the Big Bang, our origin and all the other unanswered things. And because not every religion offers the same answers, entire cultures end up warring over whose answers are correct, and whose God really exists. I'd rather prefer to be ignorant than believing in such myths.
   
In those dark nights, while losing myself in that stars' plutonic sea, one of my favorite songs by Linkin Park comes to my mind:

                        ‘One More Light’

       Who cares if one more light goes out
                In the sky of a million stars?
                       It flickers, flickers
   Who cares when someone's time runs out
                  If a moment is all we are?
                    We're quicker, quicker
        Who cares if one more light goes out?
                               Well, I do
                               Well, I do




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