I have a tendency to day dream a lot. I use a lot of energy trying to focus, which is probably why I quickly grow tired after a class or a really long conversation.

Earlier this afternoon I was sitting in my dining room, working on my laptop. I was doing some news roundups while trying to go through an article for an essay when I came across a slightly disturbing article about the fate of the world.

And that’s when it happened. I zoned out for a minute and within seconds I started daydreaming. I slowly pulled back and moved outside of myself and I could see my body sitting by the window, back turned towards the rays of light shining through onto the table in front of me. The perspective continued to pull backwards until I was high above my suburb, and with increasing speed the field of vision began to encompass Toronto, the fields of Southern Ontario, and surely enough, my imagination catapulted me out into the depths of space. 

Staring down on the third planet from the sun, my imagination pulled together the most vivid image of Earth that she could muster. The Earth is beautiful.

But the greens and the blues slowly began to fade away. The forests were drying up. The seas were twisting and spinning into dark shades of brown as life slowly began to drain away. The inevitable began. 

And that is when I stopped. I pulled myself out; a chill down my spine.

And it made me wonder.

From the far reaches of space, if life on Earth were to end… if we were to cease to exist?

It would be the most inconsequential event that this universe would ever witness. 

It was this very afternoon that I began to understand a world without meaning. The utter terror of that concept, the horror, the complete disintegration of all meaning, the sheer loss of … 

Where do we go from here?