The author is a Princeton University student who went on a leave to Nepal for a year at the beginning of 2009. He is coming back on January 16 to resume his studies. 
Ganja. I still remember taking it for the first time. Little did I know at the moment, where it would take me.
My reason for doing it was simple - everyone else was doing it. I was just curious how smoke could make people happier, funnier, and more interesting. And I got the same effect after taking it. My year off before college was the best year of my life, partly because of weed. It made everything funny. I loved being high with friends and laughing at the most random things. I also enjoyed being high and talking about life and its meaning. I felt it opened my "doors of perception". No matter what happened later, I will always thank weed for opening my mind.
After going to Princeton, I started doing a lot more weed than before. It became a part of daily routine. I know a lot of people who do it more than me, but it affected me much more probably because of the way my brain is wired. I started thinking a lot. I even had weird visions at times.
It was still fun at first, but it started getting worse. I became paranoid-schizophrenic. I thought everyone was trying to kill me. I felt everyone was reading my thoughts. I would look at photos in facebook and it seemed like everyone was looking at me. I felt everyone laughing at me. I could hear people talking about me behind my back and even in front of me. I lost my frame of reference completely. When I was talking to people, every subject would somehow relate to me.
And, I started seeing weird connections. I started seeing my thoughts broadcast on the television. Every TV show started seeming like a satire on me. Once I thought I was a part of a huge psychiatric experiment and everyone was reading my thought. It seemed like everyone was part of a group conspiring against me. I felt like I was in a chessboard and every other piece was against me.
I could not handle it anymore. I knew something was wrong with me. I got scared and I decided to take a year off. After I came back to Nepal, I stopped smoking weed and the symptoms started fading away and my reasoning came back. Then I thought to myself "I am not that important. I can't be that important for everyone to be conspiring against me. It is illogical that people more important than me would waste their time reading my thoughts and trying to kill me. I am not that important."
I am not that important. With that single statement, I got out of the hold of paranoid schizophrenia. But, it replaced paranoia with something similar- depression. As I kept saying to myself "I am not important", I started feeling unimportant. I thought about the whole universe and how unimportant I was. I got a hallucinatory vision of the whole universe transforming along the time scale and realized how insignificant my life is. I thought my life is insignificant and it won't matter if i exist or not, so why bother? I thought that in the universal scale of things, my life never existed because of its insignificance. So, why not die?
If I have never existed, I should choose life or death logically. Then, I asked myself why choose life? Is there a reason to exist? I thought and thought and couldn't find one. So, I concluded there is no reason to exist.
This made the choice of life and death equal. There is no reason to live and there is none to die. But, I had to make a decision. Then, I thought in life we are bound by things. Everything is determined. So, we are bound by chain of events. Death is an escape from that. Death seemed like freedom to me.
So, I decided to die. But, I could not bring myself to do it. So, I suffered from depression for almost 3 months constantly thinking about death. Since I was unable to kill myself, I realized there is something in me that wants to live. There is a will to live. And maybe that will (although indescribable) is the reason to exist. Or maybe not? But, I started to favor life a little bit.
I realized, then, that my vision of the universal scale of space and time is just imagination. My life is insignificant in that scale, but I can never really perceive that scale. My perception of space and time will be based on my life. So, for the conscious being that is me, my life is not just significant it is infinitely and the only significant thing.
So, life is significant. But, is there a reason to exist? As for me there is a reason to exist. Even when I thought life and death were equal, I couldn't kill myself, which means my mind thinks there is a reason to exist. Otherwise I would have killed myself. I don't know what that reason to exist is, but the fact that I am not dead means I have a reason to exist. Also, the fact that there is not a single undeniable reason to exist doesn't mean that we can't create our own reasons to exist. As individuals we have the choice to choose our own reasons to exist.
But, death is freedom. How can I choose life? Then I remembered quantum physics, where things have probability of being at infinite states. So, in life we have infinite possibilities and infinite freedom. Death has a unitary state of non existence.
And, the whole question of life and death is bullshit anyways. We all existed during big bang and we will always exist as matter or energy. Let us just enjoy the fact that all of us were one before big bang.
OMG!!! Did you actually read this bullshit?
Story published with the author's permission.