For Everyone, To Exist Forever

How does one exist forever? Or rather, is it truly worth existing forever in the midst of the mundane, the ordinary, the repetition in the circle and cycle of life?

The being seeks meaning through the banality. To exist suddenly feels tedious in between – here, the being feels insignificant and small, scaling themself in relation to the totality and vastness of the universe. All at once, the burden of making sense of the world around them, what they do, why they are here weighed heavily on the being. But then, this repetition must be done to keep existing.

Is there an end to this numbing pattern?

Eventually, the being stops wondering why. The being starts to accept and embrace the now, the beauty of existing in the midst of the mundane. The purpose of it all is somewhere within reach. To exist is more than breathing and enduring each day. The journey of the being starts with the recognition of their presence. Feeling the individuality of being, the draining repetition suddenly fades. Though the being still questions the importance of going through the circles, they find themself in different holes where they find joys no matter how small. Here is a home that makes them feel at rest in the chaos, a reason to linger. But this is not enough. It is still not enough. The being keeps seeking — for they are still restless.

How will I be remembered?

And then, a longing for remembrance intervenes in the mind of the being. Everything goes back to the dreadful feeling of those draining repetitions. But the being now understands that it might be a trap, another anomalous loop to worry about stopping the existence and finding meaning through everything that they have been through. Yet, the being endures. They grasp for the courage to be within the circle again without the fear of falling through the pits anymore. Probably, this is how the being exists forever: being connected to the whole again and again without losing oneself in every action, word, and thought; without losing oneself in the praises of the eyes from other beings who are looking. Where these become reminders that existing does not have to be too hard, it is as simple as being oneself and being at peace with one’s totality that make up one’s being.

Until the being lives intentionally, and to finally exist forever.

Words By Patricia Caisip