That day, the only thing I wanted to do was stare at the sky, and keep staring at it and wonder about my existence. Why do I exist? Am I not just another speck of dust in the universe? Am I not just another chaotic mess? Am I not just another human trying to find my place in this world?
All this existential shit, does it even make sense? Well. sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. And it depends on you, what you want to do about it. You can either sit back and watch your whole world crumble to pieces around you, or you can be your own savior.
As for me, I choose to be my own savior. I choose to be my own ray of light.