Existence.
Existence, existence, existence. Just by typing the word, too many thoughts, some unwanted come to mind. In the grand scheme of things, my existence is close to a speck but as much as we are a part of the galaxy, we are also part of this world, a place where our existence matters. Why do I say it matters? Because the carvings on this earth is the result of our existence. Be it existence of idea, of body, or of soul.
I live by a very simple rule, that is, I believe everything happens for a reason which makes coincidence and accidents or chances all as good as null. I may not be entirely sure as to why we exist but what I am certain of is that, there is definitely a solid reason. It all comes down to purpose, and reason. Why do we exist. Is it to come down, do some cleaning up and go back up? What is the rule of existence. To adhere to your creator's command?
I think, therefore I am.
Existence is very subjective. When you are thinking, doing something, using the gift of limbs to produce something. Then you are an existing dust. But if you are just here with no input, merely living with no personal purpose then existence is just a state of being and doesn't cover the very essence of it.
We coexist with various different elements and rely on them inevitably. Light, wind, water, nature. Architects nurture the existence of others. To create shelter, a place to exist.