It's normal for thinking people (and not everyone is a thinking person) to go through a phase in their youth when they're preoccupied by existential questions.
Religious people take the easy route and find their answers in some old book or in the words of some supposedly wise, enlightened teacher. Philosophers spend their entire lives either trying to confirm some profound truth they've settled on or discarding a succession of tentative ideas and never coming to any firm conclusions.
It's easy to vanish up your own asshole when pondering this shit, because, as is proven by the huge number of alternative answers to the big questions of life, there is no ultimate, universal Truth.
My view is that you should simply accept the fact that you do exist (although philosophers have tied themselves in huge knots over just that simple question), and accept that it's your responsibility to figure out the meaning and purpose of your life. That's much more challenging than accepting some cut-and-dried answers written in some supposedly holy book, but it's liberating too.
Is it normal to question and be puzzled about when I think "I exist"?
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It's normal for thinking people (and not everyone is a thinking person) to go through a phase in their youth when they're preoccupied by existential questions.
Religious people take the easy route and find their answers in some old book or in the words of some supposedly wise, enlightened teacher. Philosophers spend their entire lives either trying to confirm some profound truth they've settled on or discarding a succession of tentative ideas and never coming to any firm conclusions.
It's easy to vanish up your own asshole when pondering this shit, because, as is proven by the huge number of alternative answers to the big questions of life, there is no ultimate, universal Truth.
My view is that you should simply accept the fact that you do exist (although philosophers have tied themselves in huge knots over just that simple question), and accept that it's your responsibility to figure out the meaning and purpose of your life. That's much more challenging than accepting some cut-and-dried answers written in some supposedly holy book, but it's liberating too.