Lately I've thought a lot about life and death, about how we are observers of a universe, how we experience our surroundings and what happens to our consciousness when we die. You try and imagine absolute nothingness and fail to comprehend how you as an entity can even cease to exist. It makes you ask some very profound questions. Why does anything exist in the first place? What actually is existence? Why all of this just so I can live and experience it? Where are we, really? The fact that we are even here to begin with is a sign that something much, much bigger is at play. All I can tell is that something amazing is happening out there around me beyond every level of my understanding and I'm a part of it. While I feel I can function fine in our day to day society and understand our laws of physics I am absolutely lost on a spiritual level and really do not understand much about my existence at all. As a being of consciousness I feel imprisoned in this physical body, limited to life experiences and memories while there's so much out there for me to explore and understand. The irony is that it's only upon my death that I will finally understand the truth and go back to wherever it is that I've came from. My entire life is just one big mystery. I hold on to the small things and try to make something important out of them but in reality my existence here is insignificant and I'll likely never understand the real truth about my life. Just to note. This is not a religious topic. This is just my perspective on life, the emotions that I feel and the experiences that go on around me. Please look inside your self and share how you view this dilemma as a concious human being.