Recently, my wife and son brought up the topic of existence. Specifically, they questioned their purpose in this world and why any human exists. Why are we here?

As I write this, I realize that questioning one’s existence might come off as alarming–a cause for concern regarding their safety. I’ll admit that existentialism has likely driven many down dark paths. In fact, in the case of my wife and son, both were somewhat distressed thinking about the significance of their lives.

If you asked a hundred people why humans exist, you’d likely receive varied answers based on religion, philosophy, personal circumstances, etc. At the end of the day, can anyone say with certainty why humans exist on this tiny dot in a vast universe?

I told my wife and son the same thing. I reminded them that, at the very least, their existence brings me great joy. For me, that’s the only answer I can come up with regarding existentialism–humans were created to love and care for one another.

I don’t have any delusions that people aren’t mean, cruel, rude, and hateful. However, when everything seems wrong in the world, think about the people who love you. The comfort their love brings seems to be a key part of human existence.

Tell me your thoughts on existentialism.