Why was the Earth born and I am here
When I hear epic stories such as celestial classes from a long time ago, I wonder why I'm here... Why was the Earth born... There were times when I felt uneasy, but at the beginning of this year, I suddenly didn't know what I was and I panicked.
Why can we recognize words when we can recognize what we see? why am I here? Questions come up one after another, and I can't help but feel uneasy.
I feel like even the scenery I've seen up until now looks different.
I think it will stay like this for the rest of I think I'm going to go crazy. It hurts my heart to think about so many things again.
Once I've thought about the meaning of being alive, it's over. I get scared when I see headlines like that on the internet, and it also makes me sad when I hear stories that people who study philosophy often commit suicide. (It's strange that I'm worried even though I'm not studying philosophy.)
I really didn't think I liked the things I had liked until now.
If I can't help it due to anxiety, I can't move, and I can't go outside easily.
I liked to eat meat, eggs, etc. before I panicked, but I thought they had killed animals, so eating became less enjoyable.
I also think it's better to die if I can't help it due to anxiety about the future... but I'm scared and can't help it, so I don't want to die even if it's painful.
I'm stuck typing, so I think there are many places where sentences are wrong, but why are people alive? I would like to receive words that would make me even a little bit positive, such as what should I do in the future.
Thank you very much for your support.
