TO KNOW IF YOU'RE IMPORTANT AFTER YOU DIE

   So after some series of letting people go and procrastination and post physics tests. I was free from all sources of distraction and had time to think and write a little in my, yet another, unpublished novel.

   So I was going through some fictional phase when I thought that let's suppose we are in a distant future with some sort of machine that could do complex calculation on our lives and let us know if we'll be crucial to timeline or not or in simpler brutal words, if the world would care after we die?

   This machine will let us know if after we died the world would remember us or if someone was to travel back in time and kill us, the history would change. So the important question that lies here is, do we really want to know it? Would you really let the machine tell you if you're important or not. I did a little home survey (I ask questions from blood relatives, saves me the trouble of looking like an idiot) and find out that out of 10 9.5 people would NOT like to know if they're important or not. I said 9.5 because the last person is lazy and confused and that guy would be...me.

   So why would we not like to know if we're important or not? Like some realists would suggest, wouldn't that answer the age old questions we keep on fighting to in our daily lives. Its because the illusion of a far away success, of feeling like you are the hero of the story you live in gives us hope in doing our work and reaching our goals. If I were to know that no one would give a damn after I die that would probably lure me to depression and I would lose my daily motivation of doing my tasks. That would lead me to crisis of faith, to questions like "why should I do this, I'm not important after all" and the end would be a meaningless end to life, death. Not knowing what we'll end up as makes this life sort of an adventure. It originates an illusion, it gives us vibes that put our hopes and dreams together, and makes ourselves believe that we matter. Which leads to another change in our daily lives and we live a happier and better life.

   I don't know if anyone read till here. Its pretty long and new what I wrote. If you did, thanks, it means a lot to late night fictional thoughts of mine and to my inner thrust of finding the Zahir. Thanks again.

Books for coming weeks:
Zahir Paulo Coelho (reread)
The Green Mile (Stephen King)
Hyrule Historia (Nintendo inc)

- Zain Rizwan

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   Almost the entire model of universe is based on hypothesis and theories that would take time of centuries till we reach the era where we might have colonized through out the solar system, to prove. Even then, even if we or our off springs succeed in living on the dwarf planets that we ponder on through our telescopes we can not run away from our end. We can not run away that everything will die and vanquish into nothingness. Nothing will stay alive forever. Nothing has and never will. The universe is expanding. And will expand for God knows how long but a module and some theories suggest it might somewhere in future, the universe might contract as well. The universe started with a big bang and might even end with a big crunch.

   So remember that one time when you looked at the people you despised and felt like there was nothing worst than your problems. You were wrong. While you were trapped in cardboard box full of people who you thought define the meaning of life you were wrong. There's more to a universe and the world than you think. Pick up a novel and brush it off and hang in on the wall with a nail. That's your thinking to limited potential. Take that novel and start reading it. That's your brain doing the best it can do make you understand.

   Our lives are dictated with pictures of magazines and neon lights of fictional characters and we think its the only best thing that could happen to us. We are wrong. We need to put on those rain coats and stroll out there. And search for our long lost souls. At least that's what I thought I was doing when I read that book by Stephen Hawking. Or probably I was just over reacting and it was just bunch of theories. Whatever! It made sense.

It made sense. It makes you scared though, it makes you realize how small you are.

    Like a tiniest dot on a large canvas. So why limit yourself up on the people who won't even matter in a few years. Excuse my language but fuck them.

   You need to look for the soul you lost. And when you find it. You don't have to let it go. Ever.

-Zain Rizwan

books for next week:

Silmarillions by JRR Tolkien

1984 George Orwell