How to exist

I read online somewhere, that you must answer the question you are posing in your title right away. Well, this isn’t a question, but rather an answer. If someone came up to you and asked you how to exist, what would you say? Here is my answer.

Content. The feeling, that is. It’s something that all of us, knowingly or not, strive for. It’s the ultimatum of life and everything that the human being is compelled to do. In my humble opinion, being content is the very reason for existence. It’s not money, fame, or a beautiful wife that is needed, but content.

The feeling of contentedness ties in with happiness and normalcy, the sandwich of the two. Come to think of it, being content is a feeling so indescribably euphoric to me that I dread my lack of knowledge of the English language sometimes. 

Imagine this. You are listening to your favorite song, all the while embracing the goosebumps that accompany its listen. What do you feel? Content, that’s what it is. There is a perfect balance of brain chemicals inside your head, and you feel content. That’s the precursor to everything else.

If you’ve been bored, I will tell you something interesting. I have used the word “content” seven times in the previous paragraphs, thereby stressing its importance. Being content is the one thing I seek and have done so for a very long time now, even though I’m still a teenager. 

How to exist should not be something that you think of in your free time, and if you do, welcome to the club. I know you are bored reading this. That’s okay. I’m bored as well, I don’t know how I would sit through and read such a blatantly obvious article. Listen, I’ll tell you something now. Pay close attention, for you may learn a thing or two.

I do not know how to exist. I do not know anything, I am a wee teenager. A naive boy, on the brink of puberty with a knack for writing. You do not gain anything by reading this, except lost time. This may look like mockery and might infuriate you regularly, but I beg to differ.

Acceptance is my silver lining. I believe that acceptance is the start of existence, both physically and mentally. When one accepts an event or situation, they have taken the first step towards a better life. Now you may be confused, and that’s okay. How does this tie in with contentedness?

Acceptance leads to contentedness. Contentedness leads to happiness. Happiness, in turn, leads to understanding. That cycle repeats itself throughout our lives. Sometimes, mishaps occur, and that’s okay. Mishaps are a part of life. 

I was thinking to myself while I was writing this article, “What would make this even vaguely interesting for a totality of five minutes?” and came up with one solution. I will now trigger you. The majority of you will most likely never learn to appreciate or accept much that happens in your life. I cannot be more straightforward than that. People might love you, and adore you, but in the end, your life will never be as satisfactory as you’d like it to be. That is the ultimate human sin.

I am a hypocrite. I am a naive teenager. I am all of those foul things you have just imagined. I am insignificant in this world and have terrible self-esteem. I am a pessimistic fool with no conscience towards his readers, if any. In the end, I am who I am. Not perfect, not worthy of appraisal. I am a product of nature. Nature – My God.

I want to conclude whatever this miserable article is by stating my appreciation towards you, the reader. Your existence in this world means something to me and reinforces my ideologies. Thank you, I am forever grateful.