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The other day in my World Studies class we were learning about The Scientific revolution and the thinkers of that time. One was René Descartes , who questioned his own existance. Creating the phrase " I think therefore I am" Everyone laughed and thought he was crazy, back then and today. Yet I think about the same question all the time. How do I know I exist and not just dreaming. How do I know others exist? If I die is it all over, do I become nothing? I see no proof of how I exist. And religion isn't the answer, I do believe in God. Sometimes things don't feel real. When I look at a picture of the past, when I read a book. What is it all for? Sometimes I can just be sitting on the couch and I feel a chill and I jump up and say " OMG I will die some day". It's hard to explain and people will sometimes agree with me but then they smile and continue with whatever there doing. I can keep my mind off the question for a while, but I do think about it more then most people. The worst thing is there is nothing I can do about this. I can't stop growing old, I can't stop time, or go back. I have to watch the tragedies of things I now understand, and once didn't when I was a small child. I hope one day I find an answer to it all, but by then it could be too late and life could of passed me by. The thing is to live my best, and don't forget the thing that does matter, myself.