The alienness of our world.

No one looks surprised when accumulations of water larger than countries float over our heads.

Or when an immense rock struck by gillions of asteroids orbits us, every day, and we even feel its effects.

Or when green ramifications of cellulose grow 100 metes high and almost magically transform CO2 into O2, and let us live

Or when every day the sun disappears in the horizon leavinf multi-colored skies, which look like unimaginable paintings taken from science fiction. 

Or when the sun reappears almost miraculously each morning, fusing ridiculous amounts of hydrogen so violently we feel it like a gentle struck of sunlight.

Or when in the night, in the dark and dull twilight, we notice spaceships carrying hundreds of people close to the speed of sound, above the clouds.

Or that a few hydrogen, oxygen and carbon atoms walk around on their back legs dressed up with weird costumes, with awkward strands of proteins growing out of their heads.

Or that those three atoms can actually think and write, and refer to themselves as 'I', although they are nothing but quarks arranged in a rather unusual and seemingly stupid way, since what is normal (aka: 99% of the universe) is to be hydrogen alone. That is way too alien.

The alienness of liking and loving, of having an irrational motivation to do things, and to feel happy. Maybe we are the only beings in the universe who love, or who like, or enjoy. Perhaps it is weird to do that, and the rest of living beings somewhere else just live to fulfill a function, as machines. If you think it thoroughly, evolving towards a machine-type organism, moved by its original purpose, never capable of feeling, is a rather awesome evolutionary advantage, since liking or loving things or people that do not aid us towards fulfilling our greater desires is disadvantageous for the species. The reason why a lot of people do not make the most out of their best abilities is because they like doing other things (at which they may not be that good). We should feel lucky for loving and liking, and enjoying and receiving pleasure, for it is probable that no other being (in the case there are) is capable of feeling something out of their principal life target.

Our world is quite 'alien'. Even though we take everything for granted, every single thing that surrounds us is extremely unusual, and you might well never find something similar anywhere else, ever.

Emptiness.

Lately everyone seems empty to me. Everyone just goes on and keeps moving because of the mob pressure, because of society's rules. Seemingly everybody just acts according to what they are supposed to do dictated by society. No one thinks anymore, they just apply everyone's rules to their own individual cases, whether they are for the good or the bad, the general ideals are just taken and applied in each personal situation, which avoids the further reflexion or thinking of the optimal action for each scenario. 

I am confused, because I do not know the definition of not being empty. I do not know whether I am another hollow sack of flesh or something not inherently valuable, but worthy nonetheless because of my effort and my mind. I cannot define not being empty, because I sadly believe almost everyone I have ever met it, and the ones that seem to escape that fate, end up letting me down. I do not even know what I am expecting, I just feel nothing fulfills any of my unknown expectations.

Perhaps emptiness does not exist, only in my mind, and everyone is infinitely worthy and valuable, except that no one notices it. Maybe being the only things alive in light years makes us inherently and magically valuable, but we might be empty all in all. It might be possible that we are just some junction of bones and muscles preprogrammed to try to be as happy as possible, and maybe all our actions are just steps towards that final goal, steps we do not even stop and think about, steps which are automatically triggered by the situation. With empty people I mean this. Humans which do not break away from the chains of nature, who accept their condition and live as a programmed avatar. Do we really think something sometime, or are we just automated goos? Did we ever make any decision? Did anyone ever made a truly alternative path? Or has there everything we have done been just algorithmic choices towards the future with the most possibilities of enhancing our happiness?

What I believe in.

I believe that someday in millions, billions or trillions of years, everyone will undeniably be dead. I believe that our whole existence will only make sense if and only if the last human thinks "I am proud of being human", before dying. I believe that everyone's role in life is to work as hard as possible so that last thought can be thought at the end of humanity.