Quite frankly the thought of not existing terrifies me. The very likely potential that this experience is all that I have. Not having the only thing that allows me to perceive any of it scares the shit out of me.
Then I see something very...human. Very real. Maybe a story, maybe a childlike wonder, maybe a girl, maybe a smile. And it reminds me of the little lights that dot the dark, dark tunnel we exist in, and I want to find just one more before I start thinking about the existential dread again.