A Gas Ball

Without our consent, we came into this world. Some people are blessed enough that their mind is not troubling with the meaning of life but, some people develops existential crisis at some point in their life and constantly ask, "What does it mean?"

When no answer comes, it sparks more questions: Why am I even asking this? Why am I capable of asking at all? Our intelligence—born from languages we crafted by distinguishing, categorizing, labeling, and naming the world—sets us apart. But is that intelligence a gift or a curse?

Days after days, we are here to satisfy our own little ego. That's all. And, it makes everything complicated.

I am tired of being a fragile assembly of carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, and magnesium, tethered to a restless consciousness. Instead, I long to be a simple carefree gas ball of helium and hydrogen, floating serene and weightless in the boundless expanse of the universe.

April 1, 2021