Tw Existentialism - Tumblr Posts

So I finished watching Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, finally. I've been meaning to for a while. Anyway, I'm getting existential at Wyatt's birthday party, wearing a Luigi mustache and a green party hat. It's really funny, cause I'm setting here like, What if we're trapped in a show, being controlled by some outside force into various scenarios and we don't remember the past ones. And what if we're close to seeing what's outside but one shitty decision causes us to be forever trapped in a fake world where nothing ever matters and it's all a sick game of make believe.

All while I'm like this

Speaking of Wyatt's Birthday Saga, I think that was the tag, do you ever look at kids and think that any moment can be their very first memory?

And on the topic of memories, I wonder what I forgot in the past and I wonder what I will forget. I wonder if today will fall into the void of forgotten memories. I guess that's why we write stuff down and draw them and make silly posts on silly social media accounts, even if no one else will see them.

hey yall wanna hear a weird existential dream I had?

Who am i kidding of course you do:

"In the depth of the void, the faintest light pulses into existence. It sits, twinkling, before another does the same, both increasing in brightness. Sparkling in a chain reaction, reality is created entirely by chance, a chance that was so minimal it was entirely negligible. But it happened.Life is created, stories happen, people live and love. But then it starts... dissolving. Shapes and colors begin to fade, returning to that deep midnight blue of the world before. They shrink into stars, tiny and shimmering before they loose their light too. With them, only the vague shillouette of a being remains. They're smiling sadly, with that deep bittersweet feeling of someone who knows a story will end, even after all the good that's happened. One by one, the stars go. until there's two left, dancing together for the last time. The being nods in acceptance, letting their form softly dissolve amongst the two. One goes faint, and fades. The last is left, gently pulsing, dimmer and dimmer in the absolute abyss. Creation replays in reverse, light going darker as it fades into the deep blue. That blue goes black once again."

... I have a lot of dreams where I'm at the edge/end/beginning of the universe like this. It's always an indescribable atmosphere.

oh. uh you know the absurdity and insignificance of human life can be limitlessly freeing if you allow it to be right?. idk just thought I'd lyk

[Moots, if you see this don't worry about me! I was thinking and wanted to share my conclusion.]

You feel like if you don't produce something that will last beyond your death, then your existence will not have made a mark. You will not have mattered.

So you make something. Music, art, something. Anything. A few people see it.

But wait. Only a few? That doesn't seem like many at all. People have seen it, and yet you feel like that doesn't matter.

But if that doesn't matter, then maybe if a few more people saw...

It happens. People see, they leave likes. And that's nice, but it doesn't make you feel like you matter any more than before. And you wonder.

What if everyone on earth saw it? What if you were famous?

Does that even matter? People don't live forever, and the future is uncertain. If the earth ceases to exist, will your popularity matter? Probably not.

So if that doesn't matter, what does?

You think more, but nothing that comes to mind feels like enough.

And you wonder. Does nothing matter?

No.

Not that.

Maybe the reason people seeing your art doesn't matter is because you have always mattered in the first place.

And maybe the reason you feel like you don't matter isn't because you actually don't, but because your perception of yourself is tinting the way you see the world.

I don't know how to explain it to you without sounding insincere, but your existence has changed the world in a nearly imperceptible, yet ever positive way.

You are so very, very important. I don't know what the world would do without you. I mean it, earnestly.

Just your existence is enough to justify itself. I hope you will be able to see that soon.