Is it normal for an existential crisis to give me such an anguish?
I was always a person that enjoyed having time to think and analyze things about life. Mostly, I think that having this mental debates is good. I believe that in some way, that has made me a tolerant and prudent person. However, I have reached a dead end. There is something that for years has been tormenting me in a way that I am not sure you would understand.
Why do we come to this world? And, what happens after we die?
These are the questions that I have been trying to answer myself. But I actually don't even want to dwell more into this matter, because it fills me with grief and anxiety.
I was raised as a religious person, but for all intents and purposes, I am agnostic. So basically, there are a few options that I have been thinking about.
a) We die and lose consciousness forever. We just switch out and that's it for eternity.
b) We transmigrate to a different realm, where we live for eternity doing something else.
c) We die, but we don't lose consciousness. Our soul somehow stays in Earth forever, with our bodies unable to move for all eternity.
d) Our souls break apart and forms a new one, that gives live into a new being. These pattern keeps repeating through eternity.
As you probably noticed, I mentioned "eternity" in all options. There is something about the vastness of eternity that makes me feel extremely uneasy. I don't want "eternity". Even if it is an eternity of happiness, it would still be unavoidable and unending. It just makes me feel so anxious to think that there is a chance that my consciousness could remain on and on and on and on... forever.
However, the option A, instantly fading away forever, also makes me uneasy. Because... what is the point of living if we are all going to disappear anyway? Seriously... what's the point? We have no apparent mission, we are just an accident in some way. We just have this misfortuitously acquired instinct of surviving and reproducing. Is that truly all there is to life? I am not sure I even want to reproduce... so... is my life even less meaningful then?
I don't know if I was able to convey my pain, but this is just something that has been in my head for so long, like a virus. I kind of wish I never dwell so much into these existential debates.
I have physically suffered for this. Sometimes I feel a real pressure on my chest, as if something was just crushing my heart. And yet, I am only sure about something, this is a problem with no solution and it will only get worse and worse as I get older and closer to death.
I have tried to speak about this with a few people... but no one seems to understand me. And well, I was just hoping to see if someone here has ever had these thoughts. So, is any of this normal?