I felt quite down yesterday for some reason. I guess I am just tired.
I had a feeling that everything was pointless and a waste of time. I was also experiencing several "moments" where I was not quite able to grasp reality. Not that I was seeing purple gnomes running down the road or anything, just that for those split seconds, the idea that humans exist and that my conscious reality exists, is a really strange thing. It could just as easily be nothing, where humans had not evolved or worlds formed.
I sometimes see things on TV or read about them and wonder what that thing is like on other planets or worlds. I know that sounds a bit like I am just into sci-fi, but it almost feels real. If that strange alien world can exist in my mind, then why can't ours, not be real.
It sometimes feels like our reality is hanging by a thread in my mind, that if I were to push my thoughts a little too far, I might not come back from the other side.
On a more rational way of seeing it, it could just be my mid-life crisis or some sort of existential anxiety. Me seeing my place in the world and universe, my legacy or my impact on others as so small an meaningless in the scheme of it all.
Brains are weird, aren't they... :)
Daily Gratitude: I moved offices this week and am grateful for a new energising space and exciting opportunities.