Sitting and Existing.

This is a story of a life that is not being lived, but rather sat through. Imagine yourself being locked to a chair, absolutely in shock and confused on how on Earth you even got into this chair in the first place. To have been sitting all of one's life without ever sitting down. No explanation, no instructions, no guidelines, no roadmap to it all. Sure over time we've built these systems we call society, and through that we've constructed an overall decent way of life. But beyond all these arbitrary rules, I was left without any real knowledge on how I ever sat down in the first place, why I even did - or why anyone or anything would ever place me in this chair - and no direction on what I really should be doing or feeling. If we really were just meant to live out our cultures and to not overthink existence, just live out whatever life you happened to fall into, then why have we been able to question the entire thing for thousands of years? Why can't we just be dumb and happy, conversing with our locals, drinking wine and dancing, rather than spending so much of our lives contemplating what it's all really about and why we're even here. Of course, if you do want to play dumb and happy, if you want to have no worries or curiosities outside of social constructs, than there are institutions and ideologies that have been around for thousands of years that will claim to know all the secrets of the universe and of the supernatural. Though for whatever reason, I cannot accept these. As a pair of eyes strapped to a floating chair, I just do not buy that some people know things that the rest of humanity is missing. Whether it's the meaning of life, the reason we're all even here, or whatever happens to us when we die. I just don't buy it that anyone could possibly know the answers to any of these. Nobody knows how we came to sit in our specific chairs without sitting down. Nobody knows why we suddenly awoke into awareness. Why we are only capable of experiencing the entirety of the universe from this infinitely small and insignificant point that we call here and now. And how this is seat can be both so trivial and yet so beautiful all in one viewing. It's all so odd. It's so obvious to us because it's all we have ever known and all we ever will know, but it is so god damn weird that any of it is here at all. And it's even more bizarre that it all happened to be exactly this way, when there are an infinite amount of ways it could have gone. How am I sitting without ever having sat, and why am I existing as me and only me? I'll never know the experience of living in the 15th century because from my point of view, the only thing that exists are my experiences. The small and narrow perspective of a soul locked into a chair and not knowing why.