Existence is weird, right?
What is real? I don't mean the societal constructs we have inherited from the moment we were born. Certainly not all the rules we are told to follow or the stories we are told. When you get right down to it... what IS?
We are, of course! Right?... I mean assuming tis isn't a simulation or we believe everything we are told from beings who happened to be born before us decided to lead "society." Before us.. thats funny.
Time, to my understanding, is a word for the way we measure events and happenings. However, everything is happening all at once and time isn't actually real. We live our lives by it.
Before I get too deep, I want you to know that I feel there is something real. Existence itself. I exist. Who am I?
Who am I...TRULY? Cliché, I'm sure, but it's a need that aches to my core. I want to know the truth about the nature of our existence...
To have to balance these existential yearnings with "normal life" feels so... odd..
Existence is beautiful..