Existential Crisis

Imagine you are God

Or an astronaut

Watching from above

Watching people go about their daily lives

You see them move in their small spaces

To work

To school

To the grocery store

They only have so many miles till empty

They’ll run through these paths till they die

 

So zoom out a bit you see a city and all of its little people

Running around

For what?

When you’re watching from space it doesn’t seem like time really matters

So what do we rush for?

And what’s the point of existence on this little blue and green planet when you can see galaxies beyond?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s