Diary Day 1: Insomnia


Surrounded by silent darkness, I lay in bed, unable to sleep. I am reminded of how vast the universe is and how minuscule my life is, in comparison. We are made to believe that each and every one of us was brought into this world with a purpose. We are made to believe that everything in the universe is all part of a grand plan. Then, we spend our days waiting for destiny to work its magic.

But what if there is no rhyme or reason to the universe? What if destiny is a fallacy?

It’s a scary thought, I know, to view your own existence as a product of random coincidences. These thoughts cloud my mind and I get far too anxious to sleep. If I have no purpose, then what’s the point of all this?

I feel so isolated, but in my solitude, I have an epiphany.

Random or not, my existence has purpose because I believe it does. Part of the human experience is that we are able to create meaning and attach significance to the things that are important to us. By validating our own experiences and acknowledging the things that matter to us, we will our lives into being. We bestow our purpose upon ourselves.

Whether it’s destiny or random chance doesn’t change the fact that you exist in this world. You are a part of this ever-expanding universe. The thoughts you have, the emotions you feel, the connections you make, the places you see, the people you love, the experiences you have, the struggles you endure, the moments you create are all valid because you actualize them into your life.

Your reality and your existence belong to you. Own it.


- Julia Eunji Choi -

Raylene Pereyra