Thoughts on ‘eternity’.

Recently my friends and I headed down to the beautiful city of London to celebrate the end of exams and the beginning of the rest of our lives. The trip was so relaxing and it was lovely to laugh and chat with my friends without having the constant feeling of guilt that we should be doing some more coursework, or revision. Whilst sat along the embankment, overlooking the Thames and the London eye, conversation turned to fears, and progressively death – how morbid of us, I know! However, one of the girls pointed out that there was no point in being too afraid of death because there were millions of years before we were born, and there will be an eternity without us. This was a very good point, and one that has got me thinking a lot. The concept of death and eternity doesn’t necessarily scare me, however it has made me question the whole purpose of my being on earth (which is pretty terrifying when you over think it in bed at night). In essence all we are are ‘blips’ in time, in the grand scheme of things I am completely irrelevant to everything which happened before me and everything which will continue to happen once I leave the earth - and I don’t want that to come across as though I’m seeking attention or that I’m unhappy with the way my life is because I’m definitely not. However it seems slightly discouraging to me that any achievements that happen in mine or my loved ones lives are only a millisecond within millions of lifetimes. The worst possibility I can think of right now is the idea that I’ll end up in a job that I’ll grow to loathe; that I’ll digress in a town I’ve spent my life in, having not seen the world and experienced different cultures. I don’t want to settle for anything less than the absolute perfection I can envisage now. I hate the idea of settling for less, settling for something that makes me unhappy just because “that’s what the rest of us do”. If I’m only a mere ‘blip’ in time, I sure want my ‘blip’ to count.