I love your existence, you pain me, you fill me with joy, you turn me inside out, you do all this…no one else can. You exist for me, and I exist for you. No matter how we try to believe its untrue.. we’re sure to come back to that conclusion. I love you. I always will.
Life, existence. What does it mean to you? Does your existence mean love? Does it mean friendship? You must have some sort of goal. Or else you’re just waiting for it to stumble upon you. But why would you wait for someone to knock on the door to open when you can just open the door and see them sooner?
I walked to the post office, mailed a small package, bought some stamps, checked my backpack to see if I had my cellphone. Noticed nobody called. This is my existence.
Janey Smith
De vez en cuando me pongo a pensar en mi vida, en mi existencia. Me pregunto si tengo un propósito en la vida y si he logrado algo que valga la pena. Habré dejado ya mi huella en este mundo. Solo existo o estoy realmente viviendo. Tal vez debería aprovechar más cada momento…
Abro la lata de bebida y me siento en una banca cercana en el parque. Pongo la mente en blanco. A veces es demasiado complicado…
i have existence. i take up space, and hopefully i do more than that. for when my existence is no longer, what will remain? my love, my spirit, the things I created that are not physical but soul. expand my existence, in a positive sense. there’s a goal. a daily mission.
sara whiting
He thought of his existence and thought of everything he had done and realized the bane of his existence had always been him, to be better than him in everything. He realized that he had failed to live up to his life promise and he vowed to be better and finally be himself for once. Little did he realize that the bane of existence had been waiting for all this time.
We never really come to appreciation for the littlest things in life. Or, I suppose, the biggest things in life. We are thankful for health and love and riches. But, as weird as it may sound. The thing most dire element of life is life itself. Yes, it sounds very redundant as a statement. But there is some sense to be understood behind the words. And, as people, we never seem to really be enlightened by the redundancy of statements such as these. I surely didn’t. It wasn’t until I was gone that I realized how wonderful life really is. It wasn’t until I had “poof”ed out of existence that I realized it was existence that mattered the most.
Well there could hardly be a more loaded word than “existence”. Just the very sight of the word tempts people to say something profound or meaningful or, even worse, both. However, you will see no such musings of that kind from me; I am neither profound nor meaningful.
Many people question the meaning of life. Why? What? How? Where? When?
What does it matter? Who cares what supreme being brought us here, or how our lives will end, or what the purpose of it all is?
Just live. I never lived by this until recently. I wasted most of my 21 years simply asking myself: What am I worth?
I often wonder what the meaning of our existence on earth is, not like everyone didn’t already wonder the same as I do over this very topic. I think it’s because we should get to have some fun before whatever comes next. Maybe it’s all a video game. That would be one badass video game, start from birth and go through life again but in real time. I’d make the right decisions if I got another chance.
its like you were never here,i still feel you everyday.but i dont see you anymore. your entire existence has vanished, i have a hard time imagining your face and your voice. nothing feels real anymore. it feels like it was all a dream.
Kelsey-Lynn
this perilous thing, shells inside of shells
awareness of a husk in the center of the forest
no one around to listen
but if you’re alone
are you lingering imagination, are you real at all?
i wasn’t sure if my existence was worth for something in this world
But then you came, and opened my eyes.
I matter
I am important
And actually
i exist for a reason
and that reason is you
This had to have been the first time in all of existence that a person has ever felt like this. OK, maybe this isn’t true, but maybe it is. All I know is that every minute of every day for the past 16 years had been leading up to this moment of looking into her eyes and just really, truly knowing something.
My existence is fleeting and non existent. I simply want to fade away, so that my existence is no more. I don’t want to put up this lie, keep up with this facade. I want to fade away, but to do so is such a frightening thought. If I fade away to nothing, then who would remember me, one who must be remembered? After all, no one ever remembers nothing.
Morgan Ashleigh
Wow. This is one thing I am pretty sure of. That I exist. Someone is sitting here typing this, so i must exist. My existance is a mystry though. Why? For What? What is the purpose of anythIs there a god? Is there a dog? Is it all an illusion? What happens when I die?
Am i an existentialist?
What was the question?……
joefeather
my existence is flexible
ever shifting and shinning
my existence is brave,
a resilient fighter
my love is my existence
my hope is unending
my existence is perfect
the way God planned it
To be or not be……., you mean the world but not only to me, the existence of us is gift from above and nothing in a sense could be more precious. it is what keeps our faith and what makes the flame inside burn so bright, the perseverance to never give up on the dreams that have grown in our hearts and the morals we have come to realize. The older you get the clearer the world seems. our lives are only temporary, but our existence will live on…. only if you make your time now worth while. someday someone somewhere will be thinking of you and how you were important to them because to the world you are someone but out there to someone you are the world…………
cassandra
Your mere existence of life is worth nothing without bringing purpose and beauty to others is the world.
“This isn’t any kind of existence!” Jensen yelled into the void.
“”Existence is existence,” Jensen. You of all people should know that. We just “are” and are the sum total of that point. Nothing more nothing less, unless you count fantasy and illusion as a part of reality and existence,” the voice cooed.
“Well, so? What’s so bad about fantasy and illusion and dreams? And if people can have them, then they sure as shit are a part of reality and existence, you ask me.”
“But not really, I would think,” came the voice a bit sterner this time.
“Yeah, we’ll see,” said Jensen quietly.
Shiiiit. I was hoping that the word wouldn’t be so profound. I’m trying to feel less profound. if you take out the “rof” in profound you get pound which is the feeling in my head when i try and think about my existence. And pound is also the unit used to measure the heaviness that hangs inside of me. I picture it like a sweater with stretched shoulders dangling from a hanger.
The pounds build up.
This hanger is only hanging on by the tip.
This is my existence
I have questioned a few times the theory of my existence here. Sometimes I can feel like I don’t exist to anyone but then at other times I feel as if I am someone’s entire world. I know that may seem selfish but sometimes I think people depend on my existence to possibly make theirs seem a bit better. Existence is an interesting topic, one that can be explored in so many ways. Am I really here?
Teeps
‘all we are is all we are’ and other -isms sprinkled over your body, you do your own tattoos, three a.m. until seven, and you say it’s because you can always sleep on the bus—
and you do,
I know,
you do it just to get lost
but it’s been so long now
unfamiliar numbers (routes, roads) are becoming more scarce, and this scares you, there will be nothing else to keep you in place after this
(is over.
and the credits roll, and the audience leaves, except for you–
until they ask you to)
your exsistence is so limited so small, a person cannot comprend how miniscule it is compared to the vast world and unviverse. and yet it is important if we choose to use our feeble exsistence to do something, or to change something. to in someway help our vast population and world.
kacey flipper
My existence is for one reason.
Make him happy.
Not eating his lunch?
Give him a cookie.
Struggling with homework that’s due soon?
Show him how to factor.
Can’t bend over and tie his shoes?
…
awkward….
I no longer acknowledge your existence. You mean nothing to me. We’re simply strangers that know each other very well. Strangers who have buried their problems underneath a fake smile. Buried them deep down where they breed more negative feelings; hostility, hatred, no worse than hatred, loathing. A strong bitter loathing that is both satisfying in it’s intensity and draining in it’s energy.
Life is more than just existence. You must get a hold of your life and force it into the mold and fire it in your kiln. Existing just won’t cut it. Live.
Raymond Masters
We are here. We exist for a reason. We may not know what that is, but were still in existence anyhow. We’re here for a purpose, and soon enough we will know what our purpose is. We just have to keep waiting, and just keep on existing.
Taylor
Why am I here … why are WE here? I think therefore I am … but one can think and still only be here in body. What about people who are medically brain dead. Do they exist? Their bodies exist, but if their mind is dead, do they as a person exist?
Millie
I have always questioned my existence. Not my right to exist, but rather WHY I exist at all. I suppose everyone has the same thought at some point in their lives, but to me it is a never ending quest that drives me from day to day
I exist therefore I am…no, existence is just not good enough…to exist is to just eek by, but to live means to go out on a limb and experience all of life, the good, the bad and the ugly. We just hope that most of our experiences are good. With existence you don’t get to feel and if you don’t feel, you’re definitely not alive.
Sometimes, I wonder what my existence means. What my purpose in life is. Nothing explains it quite right for me – no explanations seem to cover everything. Why do we live, but more importantly, why does life continue on when everything is at its worst? Why can’t life cease to exist until we discover why we live in the first place?
the one thing that even shakespeare has questioned. it seems to be the most fundamental thing in the universe, nothing would be with out it and yet nobody believes it. why is that? do we really doubt that we are here right now?
existence is to be. to live to be a part of. with out existsance there is no you or anybody ones soul purpose is in fact to exist. in your yoour world and someone elses. if you do not exist you have no friends no family no life you are nothing.
Shawn McElroy
Existence is the form of life. It is how we are able to do all of the things we do every day. The way we are all walking around, able to smell the flowers, touch the sand on the beaches, and feel emotions all show that we exists on this earth. There is no boundary to how we live our lives. I exists for the simple fact that I was put here to do something great. I am intended to do something with my life. I just haven’t figured out what it is yet. My child will soon be the reason I am here and why I exists.
Shannara Ames
a feeling of silver, of gray: the swan touched the tips of his fine, fine wingfeathers, and felt the cold rush of air into the curving lungs, and saw the silver ripples in the fine down of his slender neck. he shivered a little, and he glided a little in the grayness around him, and then he sang a little song.
I love your existence, you pain me, you fill me with joy, you turn me inside out, you do all this…no one else can. You exist for me, and I exist for you. No matter how we try to believe its untrue.. we’re sure to come back to that conclusion. I love you. I always will.
Life, existence. What does it mean to you? Does your existence mean love? Does it mean friendship? You must have some sort of goal. Or else you’re just waiting for it to stumble upon you. But why would you wait for someone to knock on the door to open when you can just open the door and see them sooner?
I walked to the post office, mailed a small package, bought some stamps, checked my backpack to see if I had my cellphone. Noticed nobody called. This is my existence.
De vez en cuando me pongo a pensar en mi vida, en mi existencia. Me pregunto si tengo un propósito en la vida y si he logrado algo que valga la pena. Habré dejado ya mi huella en este mundo. Solo existo o estoy realmente viviendo. Tal vez debería aprovechar más cada momento…
Abro la lata de bebida y me siento en una banca cercana en el parque. Pongo la mente en blanco. A veces es demasiado complicado…
i have existence. i take up space, and hopefully i do more than that. for when my existence is no longer, what will remain? my love, my spirit, the things I created that are not physical but soul. expand my existence, in a positive sense. there’s a goal. a daily mission.
He thought of his existence and thought of everything he had done and realized the bane of his existence had always been him, to be better than him in everything. He realized that he had failed to live up to his life promise and he vowed to be better and finally be himself for once. Little did he realize that the bane of existence had been waiting for all this time.
We never really come to appreciation for the littlest things in life. Or, I suppose, the biggest things in life. We are thankful for health and love and riches. But, as weird as it may sound. The thing most dire element of life is life itself. Yes, it sounds very redundant as a statement. But there is some sense to be understood behind the words. And, as people, we never seem to really be enlightened by the redundancy of statements such as these. I surely didn’t. It wasn’t until I was gone that I realized how wonderful life really is. It wasn’t until I had “poof”ed out of existence that I realized it was existence that mattered the most.
What does it mean to exsit? Does one merely exsist because they are born, or do they have to create and contribute to “exist”
Well there could hardly be a more loaded word than “existence”. Just the very sight of the word tempts people to say something profound or meaningful or, even worse, both. However, you will see no such musings of that kind from me; I am neither profound nor meaningful.
Many people question the meaning of life. Why? What? How? Where? When?
What does it matter? Who cares what supreme being brought us here, or how our lives will end, or what the purpose of it all is?
Just live. I never lived by this until recently. I wasted most of my 21 years simply asking myself: What am I worth?
I often wonder what the meaning of our existence on earth is, not like everyone didn’t already wonder the same as I do over this very topic. I think it’s because we should get to have some fun before whatever comes next. Maybe it’s all a video game. That would be one badass video game, start from birth and go through life again but in real time. I’d make the right decisions if I got another chance.
its like you were never here,i still feel you everyday.but i dont see you anymore. your entire existence has vanished, i have a hard time imagining your face and your voice. nothing feels real anymore. it feels like it was all a dream.
this perilous thing, shells inside of shells
awareness of a husk in the center of the forest
no one around to listen
but if you’re alone
are you lingering imagination, are you real at all?
i wasn’t sure if my existence was worth for something in this world
But then you came, and opened my eyes.
I matter
I am important
And actually
i exist for a reason
and that reason is you
I exist in a world that does exist/////
You exist in my heart
I do not exist in your heart
I exist you exist we exist
Coexist
This had to have been the first time in all of existence that a person has ever felt like this. OK, maybe this isn’t true, but maybe it is. All I know is that every minute of every day for the past 16 years had been leading up to this moment of looking into her eyes and just really, truly knowing something.
My existence is fleeting and non existent. I simply want to fade away, so that my existence is no more. I don’t want to put up this lie, keep up with this facade. I want to fade away, but to do so is such a frightening thought. If I fade away to nothing, then who would remember me, one who must be remembered? After all, no one ever remembers nothing.
Wow. This is one thing I am pretty sure of. That I exist. Someone is sitting here typing this, so i must exist. My existance is a mystry though. Why? For What? What is the purpose of anythIs there a god? Is there a dog? Is it all an illusion? What happens when I die?
Am i an existentialist?
What was the question?……
my existence is flexible
ever shifting and shinning
my existence is brave,
a resilient fighter
my love is my existence
my hope is unending
my existence is perfect
the way God planned it
© L
To be or not be……., you mean the world but not only to me, the existence of us is gift from above and nothing in a sense could be more precious. it is what keeps our faith and what makes the flame inside burn so bright, the perseverance to never give up on the dreams that have grown in our hearts and the morals we have come to realize. The older you get the clearer the world seems. our lives are only temporary, but our existence will live on…. only if you make your time now worth while. someday someone somewhere will be thinking of you and how you were important to them because to the world you are someone but out there to someone you are the world…………
Your mere existence of life is worth nothing without bringing purpose and beauty to others is the world.
“This isn’t any kind of existence!” Jensen yelled into the void.
“”Existence is existence,” Jensen. You of all people should know that. We just “are” and are the sum total of that point. Nothing more nothing less, unless you count fantasy and illusion as a part of reality and existence,” the voice cooed.
“Well, so? What’s so bad about fantasy and illusion and dreams? And if people can have them, then they sure as shit are a part of reality and existence, you ask me.”
“But not really, I would think,” came the voice a bit sterner this time.
“Yeah, we’ll see,” said Jensen quietly.
Exisitence
Shiiiit. I was hoping that the word wouldn’t be so profound. I’m trying to feel less profound. if you take out the “rof” in profound you get pound which is the feeling in my head when i try and think about my existence. And pound is also the unit used to measure the heaviness that hangs inside of me. I picture it like a sweater with stretched shoulders dangling from a hanger.
The pounds build up.
This hanger is only hanging on by the tip.
This is my existence
I have questioned a few times the theory of my existence here. Sometimes I can feel like I don’t exist to anyone but then at other times I feel as if I am someone’s entire world. I know that may seem selfish but sometimes I think people depend on my existence to possibly make theirs seem a bit better. Existence is an interesting topic, one that can be explored in so many ways. Am I really here?
‘all we are is all we are’ and other -isms sprinkled over your body, you do your own tattoos, three a.m. until seven, and you say it’s because you can always sleep on the bus—
and you do,
I know,
you do it just to get lost
but it’s been so long now
unfamiliar numbers (routes, roads) are becoming more scarce, and this scares you, there will be nothing else to keep you in place after this
(is over.
and the credits roll, and the audience leaves, except for you–
until they ask you to)
your exsistence is so limited so small, a person cannot comprend how miniscule it is compared to the vast world and unviverse. and yet it is important if we choose to use our feeble exsistence to do something, or to change something. to in someway help our vast population and world.
My existence is for one reason.
Make him happy.
Not eating his lunch?
Give him a cookie.
Struggling with homework that’s due soon?
Show him how to factor.
Can’t bend over and tie his shoes?
…
awkward….
dort pack
Lma raga^
mone lek
I no longer acknowledge your existence. You mean nothing to me. We’re simply strangers that know each other very well. Strangers who have buried their problems underneath a fake smile. Buried them deep down where they breed more negative feelings; hostility, hatred, no worse than hatred, loathing. A strong bitter loathing that is both satisfying in it’s intensity and draining in it’s energy.
Life is more than just existence. You must get a hold of your life and force it into the mold and fire it in your kiln. Existing just won’t cut it. Live.
We are here. We exist for a reason. We may not know what that is, but were still in existence anyhow. We’re here for a purpose, and soon enough we will know what our purpose is. We just have to keep waiting, and just keep on existing.
Why am I here … why are WE here? I think therefore I am … but one can think and still only be here in body. What about people who are medically brain dead. Do they exist? Their bodies exist, but if their mind is dead, do they as a person exist?
I have always questioned my existence. Not my right to exist, but rather WHY I exist at all. I suppose everyone has the same thought at some point in their lives, but to me it is a never ending quest that drives me from day to day
I existed because I dreamed / and, well, I dream no more.
I exist therefore I am…no, existence is just not good enough…to exist is to just eek by, but to live means to go out on a limb and experience all of life, the good, the bad and the ugly. We just hope that most of our experiences are good. With existence you don’t get to feel and if you don’t feel, you’re definitely not alive.
Sometimes, I wonder what my existence means. What my purpose in life is. Nothing explains it quite right for me – no explanations seem to cover everything. Why do we live, but more importantly, why does life continue on when everything is at its worst? Why can’t life cease to exist until we discover why we live in the first place?
the one thing that even shakespeare has questioned. it seems to be the most fundamental thing in the universe, nothing would be with out it and yet nobody believes it. why is that? do we really doubt that we are here right now?
existence is to be. to live to be a part of. with out existsance there is no you or anybody ones soul purpose is in fact to exist. in your yoour world and someone elses. if you do not exist you have no friends no family no life you are nothing.
Existence is the form of life. It is how we are able to do all of the things we do every day. The way we are all walking around, able to smell the flowers, touch the sand on the beaches, and feel emotions all show that we exists on this earth. There is no boundary to how we live our lives. I exists for the simple fact that I was put here to do something great. I am intended to do something with my life. I just haven’t figured out what it is yet. My child will soon be the reason I am here and why I exists.
a feeling of silver, of gray: the swan touched the tips of his fine, fine wingfeathers, and felt the cold rush of air into the curving lungs, and saw the silver ripples in the fine down of his slender neck. he shivered a little, and he glided a little in the grayness around him, and then he sang a little song.