Destiny and detours: how to cope with the simulation for dummies.
Thereās a certain oneness in the underlying clusterfuck that is reality and consciousness. Intertwining and tangling us into the fabric of the cosmos whether we like it or not. Weāre born to pay bills and struggle for any kind of closure. Some people are reluctant to call it fate, or just pass it off as circumstance. However you connect the dots doesnāt stop the madness, but it can give it meaning. Your thoughts and what you believe in shapes our reality.
Its public knowledge that we share the same genetic makeup in our bodies with slight chance differences and abnormalities; from the shades of our skin to the chemicals in our brains. So that begs the question that if no one is technically born the same, does that also mean we are not born equal? Much like climate change, scientist and politicians have argued this for centuries while others drown in blood and tragedy. For the sake of our social constructs of beauty, power, or just plain greed; we have decimated, humiliated, and enslaved our own. Even good intentions can turn violent. Weāve tossed countless lives away in these self-proclaimed holy wars that were just born in the wrong place in the wrong time from parents mightāve who prayed to the wrong god.
That is the history and current reality of our tragic little world. Learning over and over again just how stupidly precious life can be. That being different doesnāt mean youāre any less significant. We all cope with the same doubts and fears. Its evident that we all bleed the same. So does that mean we can share a laugh too? Maybe we are fated to fight each other to the bitter end. Maybe the circumstances might get better. Whatever excuse you want to justify it with, what defines our future isnāt the situations weāre dealt with, but rather our potential to grow from them.
In those proverbial forks in the road, even the tiniest choice can ripple across the universe endlessly spilling into other lives and alternate possibilities. Itās a fucking shitshow. Choosing what you want for breakfast or what mood your in can thoughtlessly alter the course of events like dominos throughout the years. Mistakes will be made and people will get hurt, but like one giant holistic food fight that is the beauty and irony of chance and opportunity.
In this cosmic simulation weāre all allegedly stuck in, bumbling around and skeptically leaning on shit for hope and guidance. Once in awhile the universe gives us clues to what our destinies could look like through situations weāre dealt with, the choices we make, and the fallout that follows. Although the universe has a funny sense of humor, sometimes disguising those clues as failure or loss. The world may seem unrecognizable because of these so called hints, but in return when youāre ready to face the music, you get a clearer picture of who you are and who you want to be. Itās funny how powerless the world can make you feel when youāre also the only one that can decide what happens next. In the grand scheme of things, shit happens and your plans wonāt always go the way you want, but all those uncertainties and missed connections are just part of the process to get you where you need to be. Despite how insanely vast the universeās divine design is, there is no bigger simulation than the one you build for yourself.
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