What is our place among the phenomena occurring at the intergalactic level and those occurring on an unbelievable micro scale, in quantum physics? Are we an accident, or perhaps a side effect of some experiment, or maybe biological waste?
I don’t want to believe in chaos in the broad sense. I want to believe that life has meaning, even if we never know what it is. I want to believe the suffering of the whole of humanity has its own purpose. I wrote this text on the 11th of January, 2026. It was a day when I was rucking, doing street photography, wearing summer clothes (including sneakers and shorts) while it was -3 degrees Celsius (26.6 degrees Fahrenheit). While walking among winter scenery, I felt great. I felt alive. I also felt pain, discomfort, and adversities from the cold and heavy weight on my back and shoulders. Last but not least, I felt tremendous joy and gratitude for the possibility of experiencing all these things.
There would not be all these things without a proper amount of sleep.
Indeed, today, I was sleeping ten hours, and yesterday I was sleeping ten and a half hours. Undoubtedly, during the last year, sleep became my priority. I wrote about it in my previous text, which I wrote today. I believe that a refreshed mind was the starting point to write this text. I have some thoughts about humans’ place in this world. The only conclusion is that we will never find an answer to most of the existential questions, for example, of what our place is among occurrences happening in this world (both on a macro and micro scale). Did life appear incidentally, by accident? It is possible. Does something make sense? Many people would say that nothing makes sense in this world. But what if everything makes sense?
