MILD NIHILISM (part 1)

With the enlightenment that’s been borne from deep introspection, spirituality, and age, I have come to understand the insignificance of the world around us. Right now, as you read this, wherever you are, however safe you feel, you float on a rock. On a moving rock to be precise. Some bank on the nets of science, some, on a sovereign being that governs existence. Whatever your beliefs are, you sit on a rock. You are inconsequential. Like a teardrop in the Pacific, in the grand scheme of things, you mean nothing, but we all are, as a collective, the ocean. Your existence or lack thereof means nothing and your individuality matters not, yet, we must make sense of the consciousness we walk through. It is the hubris of man that gives us the illusion of being special, because how else shall we dominate the earth? We consistently question the meaning of life and its validity, and for so long, I have sat with this thought, to understand existence, the whys and the hows. The conclusion I have come to is that there is no tangible significance. At least not one that can be truly seen without bias, in this realm. There is a pattern in the chaos, but it is chaos nonetheless. You see, after all is said and done, the only guarantee of it all, of all your joys, your achievements, sufferings and pain, is death. We all grow to wither. It is the one constant. Dites-Moi, if one chooses to walk the roads of nihilism, what changes? Is the human conscience enough to guide the steps of humanity? I do not think so.

— Tolú