My question is simple, yet difficult answer: why do we live ?
Existence throws us into a universe to which we, as humans, must adapt, despite the principles that govern it. And among these principles, there is one that none of us can escape: death.
For we are all to die one day. Rich or poor, powerful or weak, we will all face it.
One might think that this would make. Material possessions meaningless, since we are bound to leave this universe and abandon everything behind.
But that is not the case.
In order to give meaning to their existence, humans attach themselves to things, accumulate, build...as if trying to challenge the inevitable, as if trying to leave a mark behind.
The principles that govern this universe are both good and cruel.
The loss of a loved one, for example, brings deep sorrow. When we love, we never wish to be separated. Yet death intervenes, cold and silent, breaking promises, hopes, and plans. It is silence all our thoughts.
Sometimes, humans even condemn one another: for murder, for theft, for rape...
But what if I put myself in the place of the guilty ?
I see myself as a murderer, not by intention, but through abandonment. I let a Friend fall, and it led him to his death.
Since that day, my life has never been the same. Beyond the judgment of others, I judged myself.
I had only one desire: to erase that moment.
And yet... there are situations where death can seem almost... understandable.
When one feels rejected by the world, when one no longer finds their place, they begin to see death differently.
Perhaps it is a way of saying that one's purpose in this universe has come to an end.
If that is true, then death should not be seen only as something bad. It can also be a form of release.
When death was offered to me, a powerful desire held me back: the desire to correct my mistakes.
Because there was that watch... the one my grandfather had given me.
I believe he created it in the hope of living longer. But living longer does not necessarily mean being happy.
This watch kept me in this World by making me relive the same moments again and again. It gave me the chance to correct the flaws of my past, especially the one involving my Friend.
But every correction came at a cost: death.
So I ask you again:
Why do we live ?
Is it to give meaning to his universe... or simply to pass through it ?
Georges' Réflection: Existence.
The End.
To be continued.