Isn't it weird?

-Albert Camus

One day I was suddenly aware that I was here, the funny thing is that I had been here for a while I just did not know it. I had no idea how I got here but here I was. I had a name, characteristics that described me, a home, a nationality... I found myself being surrounded by people who I knew but didn’t know at all. They too were represented by sounds that when I uttered they responded. At some point it clicked that they were special, they were my family. I met other people too, like me, they had sounds and characteristics assigned to them that whenever uttered they recognized that you were talking about them and they reacted to it too. With some of them, I had things in common so we decided to stick together.

At some point, it clicked that nothing lasts forever. Yes, I was here but before other people had been here before too but they are not anymore. Things happened before I got here, wars, dinosaurs, colonization, religion… a lot went on and I never got to experience most of it, only from the tales heard out and about.

If I am lucky enough, One day I will be busy worrying about whether my pants are dirty before going to work or whether I watered my plants last night or if I ever have kids I will be busy worrying about them and suddenly it will click that while living through every day, I have failed to notice that in the corners of my eyes wrinkles are starting to form. On a certain day while picking up something from the floor I will notice that my legs and back do not work the same. And it will probably hit me hard and I will realize that I am growing old.

One day, today will be a day so far away, a memory that I will look back at longingly while smiling fondly at how silly I was but I could not realize it then. All my worries at this particular time will probably seem so small and silly that I will shake my head at myself for having dramatized everything. But I know no better.

And another random day I will close my eyes (or not) to never wake up again and it will be like I have never existed. And that will be the end of me. That day the world will keep spinning as before, the sun will rise and set, as usual, the water will remain blue and I won’t be here but nothing will have changed really. At least in the grand scheme of things.

Isn’t existence weird?