‘So’ means and after all this has happened, there was an end that brought the continuation of time.
And there was a story you had and perhaps a story you did not want to have. But that so means the story meant something, and perhaps what you said didn’t mean anything or actually had a meaning.
And then there is who you are. And your possible story is:
İt was all that the universe wishing to create you with stardust.
God created you.
Your parents had you, loving you or not.
Aliens abducted you from your home planet and you ended up here, that’s why you are so estranged but no superman, no superwoman.
If you have used the word yourself, then I will expect a continuation.
See, if the word ‘so’ means some has happened and where you stand now or where your story stands, there must be a continuation.
“There must be a continuation!”
That also arises so many questions.
If you are asked “So?” about who you are or about your story, can you just say, “Let me desolve into nothingness!”?
Saying that is romantic but the path that brought you to that decision will be perished as well.
Or do you want to be remembered? Do you want yourself to be one of those who remember you? Then know, to be one of those to remember you, you might want to stick around, not with them necessarily but with you, yourself.
“Don’t hate anyone!” who can say? Or “I love myself!” with those quite maddened eyes? Even in his or her madness, that mad one found something to love.
As long as you feel you can perhaps be remembered, even like a little song only to be listened to when the spring breezes are right or a good base sound will make you be remembered, there is a reason to be.
“And my answer is, you were created just for that once small glimpse of time to enlighten everything!”
“What is everything?”
“Your mum’s smile when she held you fort he first time.”
That is a good answer and explanation; if you love your mum and her smile would have mattered.
But if the other side uses it, whom have you been? But worse, who are you to them right now?
Doesn’t depression arise when one cannot justify self?
“I could not find anything to do, so I just turned on the radio and thanked myself for getting off of that couch and squeezing some fresh orange juice. So now I can have some vodka with it. Shaken, not stirred!”
And smile… Whatever that means…
Don’t hate those boys and girls and men and women who spend time just taking little films of themselves which they would never put on Instegram. They are beauty in time and space.
No one needs to read existentialism books.
Ane there is always blueberry pancakes.
Maybe someone will cook some for you in a morning because you are small and you have a tiny ring to your speaking voice.