Questioning

There are times when I wonder who I really am or if I really am living. I feel like I’m floating in space, and everything seems to freeze in place. I feel insignificant in the world, and nothing seems important anymore. Even though I know that I am sitting down in a black chair, I’m not so sure if that’s really where I am. I know that I am breathing, but does that prove that I’m alive? “Cogito ergo sum” is a famous Latin statement that was used by René Descartes, a French philosopher, meaning “I think, therefore I am.” However, how can I know for certain that I think only when I am alive?

As I start to question more, I can’t say that I’m certain about anything. How do I know if I’m not dreaming? What if dreaming is living, and living is dreaming?  

I wonder if anything really matters. The little things that I spend hours trying to decide over seem unimportant. Would it have made a difference if I chose to wear a blue shirt today instead of a pink one? Does it matter that I had pancakes for breakfast today?

Then, someone or something will interrupt my thoughts, and I’ll put myself back into reality. I remember the pile of homework that is waiting for me, and decide that I am wasting my time with questions that won’t help me with my upcoming tests next week. Whether any of it matters or not, I still have to carry on the daily routine of life.