I did a google check on the word, and ‘Unreality’ is a proper
word. What made me think about it at 4:33 am on Sunday Morning, the stars
perhaps. Gazing at the deep dark space, listening to the Blues selected by
YouTube, I just wondered, where am I? I have had those thoughts before, did my
research online too. But no one has any answer. No one knows where we are. How
can anyone?
I am on the rooftop of my
apartments, in Bangalore, in India, on Earth, in the Milky Way, in the Universe
I Call Home. But where is my Home located. Well the answer or lack of thereof
trips me up. If my Gods created me, who created them, at least they must have a
home, there must be some starting point. May be its all-pervasive, its
omnipotent, it’s omnipresent, but where is it present? Am I real? If I am, what
is the purpose of my existence? Do I even need a purpose to exist, many before
me came and went, many after will too. Why do I worry, if all of this is not
even going to matter?
Am I facing an existential
crisis, yes, but not of the depressing kind. It’s more of the inquisitive kind,
the fun kind. I was upset, and now I am not, because I realize these small
things don't matter. Usually I do realize it in the hindsight, but realizing it
at this moment makes me feel a certain kind of freedom that I didn't feel
earlier. I just need that constant realization of this Unreality to be
constantly Happy or at least to be at Peace with the World within and the World
out there.
I don’t really want to think
much about the Unreality, because it has no answer, for now. And understanding something
that can’t be explained can make a person feel unhinged. So I will just assume
that we are mass of atoms, blinking in and out of existence from single
dimension to multi dimensions. I know my assumption doesn’t make any sense, but
then neither anything else does. The only takeaway for me tonight is that
anytime, anything makes me worry, just thing about the Unreality of it and work
on solving the issue with a lighter Heart.
