My letter to the Universe 😐

Dear Universe,

On quiet nights, when the world is asleep, I sit by my window and wonder. I look up at the stars and think about this strange, beautiful thing called consciousness. Why do I feel so alive, so aware of my thoughts, my feelings, and this vast mystery of existence? How does a body of flesh, made of simple atoms, create a mind that can dream, question, and love?

Tell me Universe, how does a brain, with its electric sparks and tiny chemical whispers, give birth to the “me” inside my head? Is my mind just a trick of neurons firing, or is there something more? Something deeper that connects me to you, to everything that ever was and will be?

When I close my eyes and feel my heartbeat, I wonder, am I just a ripple in a great ocean of awareness, rising for a moment before disappearing forever? Or is there something eternal within me, a soul that flows like a river, always moving, always becoming?

And what about the other beings who share this world with me? Does a bird feel joy when it flies, or does a whale feel wonder as it sings? Are they conscious like I am, or is my awareness something unique? If we build machines that can think, will they ever feel the way I do ? curious, sad, or full of hope?

Most of all, I want to know why it feels like something to be alive. Why does sunlight on my face make me feel warm inside, and why does a song bring tears to my eyes? How do sensations turn into emotions? How does the color blue, the taste of rain, or the smell of fresh earth become so real in my mind?

I wonder if you keep the answers hidden, like secrets meant to be discovered, or if some mysteries are meant to stay mysteries. Maybe consciousness is how you experience yourself through us, tiny pieces of a bigger whole, each asking the same question in different ways.

I don’t need all the answers. I just want to keep walking this path with open eyes and an open heart, marveling at every step. And if I never fully understand, that’s okay too. Perhaps wonder itself is the greatest gift you’ve given us, the ability to be amazed simply because we are alive.

Yours,

Priyam, a wondering wandering soul.