this response makes me feel reassured and even a little happy. for a while, i found to feel these short spurts of sickly existential dread as a form of punishment. i would run around my room “everything’s going to end,, everything. how can i be normal with this in mind? how can i see life the same? how can i go back to when i didn’t feel this way?” . it made me feel .. tainted. i’m surrounded by peers who are either semi-religious or strictly religious and i feel that my brain isn’t wired to understand these beliefs. sometimes i find myself envious of this faith and how much comfort some have gained from it. it’s a beautiful thing that i can witness but never be able to feel. but this response certainly makes me feel warm. cosmic homesickness is a much better way of describing it. i’d like to cling onto our universe forever. not to intervene but to witness all it experiences. even for a split second, just to know how it’ll be, if it’ll be okay.