Good day, dear readers
A short blogpost about some philosophy today
I have chosen a more serious topic tot talk about: I would like to think of the sense of life, in a bigger manner. I asked myself: One of both is crazy, the world or you yourself. But who is it?
My personal answer is: It's you. The human being himself is the one going mad or doing things by head and thinking, not just by instinct.
I got the ultimate proof on Thursday: I'm living opposite to a train station for years now, and I'm quite used to loud honks and youths fooling around in the old station building and sometimes stepping on the tracks etc. But this day I heard the loudest honk ever and an emergency stop, and five minutes later the firefighter's siren... I went to the train station, and my suspicion was right: Somebody was killed.
Okay, I didn't walked along the station because somebody told me I don't wanna see what is lying some metres afar, I just saw something red... The man was cut in three main parts; no, thanks, I don't want to see a real life horror movie as long as I'm not forced to.
The whole consequences followed: The railway was banned for two and a half hours, the firefighters, ambulance and police came, and even a helicopter from the federal police filmed and took photos from above. The train was cleaned, the corpse collected together, and in the evening (it happened exactly at 1pm) life was going on normally again.
The day after I got to know the man was identified: It was a local politician, a quite educated man who always was friendly and seemed happy. They found his papers in the pocket, and it was known that he tried to commit suicide one year ago - but he survived. This time he didn't choose the knife in the stomach, but the more safe way of stepping in front of a train.
He must have been very convinced from his decision: Because nobody has seen him he must have hopped out of the bushes quickly when he saw the acid freight train approaching... That reveals: He wasn't mad, he was absolutely clear in mind.
And that brings me back to my question whether the world or the human being is crazy. Every animal would have tried everything to escape from death, instinct and live preservation are too strong. Normally, we aren't animals anymore. As I also could see, the world isn't interested what happens with you; after a few hours life continued as if nothing had happened... We just have the problem that we individually see ourselfs as too important. In general the universe and earth doesn't care what will happen with you. Yes, some people will miss you, but also them will die one day, and then you will be forgotten forever. That's right: Because who cares about the spider you kill when cleaning up your room? Our life isn't worthier than the fly sitting on dog's shit, we just think it is.
The world just continues to exist, every day ends with night and begins with the first sunbeam. Who cares what is going on on our planet? We are the ones who make ourselfs our problems - or we're going mad and kill ourselfs because of some reason just existing in our mind.
What do you think about this question? If you want, tell me in the comments.
Thank you for reading
Junsui