The Edge of Existence
2025.02.18.
I love mornings, the silence, the solitude. It feels as if the whole world is asleep, and I’m the only one awake. Around four in the morning, the vibrations, the feelings are somehow different. Nothing disturbs me. Thoughts flow more freely, images come and go in my mind with a freshness and clarity that feels almost surreal. Maybe because I’m still so close to my dreams at that hour. Maybe that’s why everything I see then feels cinematic, vivid. Lately, the film playing in my mind has been getting longer, more vivid.
A film about my future.
I see something. And as I watch this movie unfold, a question arises: Can I think about something that doesn’t exist? But perhaps an even more intriguing question is this: If I can articulate something within myself, if I can think about it, does that mean it already exists?
I am searching.
I have been for a long time. Searching for where to go next. One of the best things about this journey is how much I reflect, how much I imagine things for myself, about myself. A feeling, a vision is taking shape within me. I see a future ahead of me, and I find myself wondering: How do I relate to this vision?
So, I started pushing these questions because I believe my life stands at the threshold of important decisions. And the way I approach these decisions will be shaped by the answers I find. I want to start a company, build a new venture, step into something that does not yet exist.
Does not exist?
If I believe this thing doesn’t yet exist, then my task is to figure out how to create something from nothing. But am I even capable of bringing something into existence from nothingness? Giving shape and form to what does not yet exist?
If I believe it already exists—because I have envisioned it, because I think about it every day, because I imagine the details, maybe I’ve even given it a name—then I am already speaking about something. And if something has a name, then I can refer to it.
If I tell others, if I talk about it, if I name it, then others will easily understand what it is. I won’t have to explain it endlessly. That’s how this vision strengthens within me, that’s how people will start asking, “So, how’s that project going?” Even my mother will be able to ask, “How’s that thing coming along, dear?”
And through these conversations, this vision will expand. Others will connect to it more easily. I will write about it. There will be thoughts, articles, emotions, and people surrounding it. Surrounding me. These experiences build the awareness within me that this is not just something that exists—
It is alive. It is growing.
Not just in me, but in others too. So the question is not whether it has come into existence—because I talk about it, because it exists, because people are interested—but rather, how do I develop it? How do I help it transition from thought into material reality? How do I make it tangible, so that more and more people recognize its name and connect with it?
And through these connections, it begins to grow, slowly becoming stronger and more alive. The question is no longer whether it exists—because it is here, within me, and soon within you. The only question is whatit will become.
And that what will be shaped by my actions. My actions will be shaped by my thoughts. So it matters what I think about this:
Does it exist, or not?
That which does not exist cannot connect to anything. But something—something can. And if something already has a name, then we begin to associate it with other things, we start coloring it with our thoughts, and that creates even more points of connection—accelerating the entire process.
Life begins.
As the clock nears seven and the outside world brightens, the film in my mind starts to fade. The noises return, neighbors head off to work, Otto is already waiting by the door, eager for his morning walk. Life is stirring.
And as I sit here on the couch, I simply know: The film I see is not a fabrication. It is more like a documentary. A story that already is, that has already happened—I just haven’t arrived there yet.
But I am here, standing at the edge of its existence.
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The article was translated from Hungarian to English by ChatGPT. Thank you, ChatGPT, for being here.
