Random Thoughts

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Hello?

Can you still see me?

Hello? HELLO?!

Yes, I suppose you can. People have eyes to see, after all. But alas, you were not supposed to read this, but I cannot stop you from reading this because I cannot control you. And because you have eyes, you have the ability to read.

How are you? Are you good? Am I good? That's a good question. Is anyone actually good? Even better question. I wonder, how can 'goodness' even be measured? Since we cannot compare ourselves to God, and God is good, are we, by some degree, 'good'? But the Bible tells us, 'we are mere people, we cannot compare to God', so therefore, we are all evil. So... what do we do if everything we do is considered 'wrong'? What rules do we live by if all of the rules we've ever come up with is 'wrong'? Do we even NEED rules?

Maybe, maybe not.

So, perhaps 'good' is just an idea. Then, I suppose, 'evil' would be an idea also. So, there is no such thing as good and evil. If there were, then God is wrong, so God would be nonexistent. So what is the Bible then? Also an idea? Is it also a meaningless abstract notion thought up by the mind of one creative human in the world once-upon-a-time?

I am unsure. All I know is that I believe solely on science. Religion and culture are all simply ideas, the prayers you pray to your Gods are simply whispers in the howling wind. He cannot hear you, and He cannot help you. He is an idea.

I understand, so many people will probably disagree with me. I definitely disagree with myself. How is that possible? I do not have an idea. But don't mind me, I'm just a Lost soul trying to fit in amongst the crowd of the Found. No more, no less.

Hmm... what shall we speak about now?

Well, how should I know, for I am simply an in-betweener? My view of the world is that there are nobodies and somebodies, and in-betweeners. Not many people can be somebodies. Oh, and in-betweeners. They're the special ones. They're the quiet ones of which your eyes will slip past naturally, they're the ones who you have to search for to find. They're the ones who cannot be found. The harder you try, the more they sink. They will try to drag you down with them.

Don't let them.

Oh, and then the nobodies. They're the ones who like to separate right from the wrong, the truth from the lies, the facts from the fiction. They have their own standards, which they meet. So, technically, they assume they are perfect. They think they are perfect. But then again, nobody's perfect.

But they ARE nobodies, and that is the truth. Who do they think they are then? God? But religion is fake, so they are a fake. Then, the world doesn't exist because nobody exists.

You may not agree with these thoughts, for they are just my opinion. I do not expect you to agree with them, our opinions are diverse. But what I do expect you to do is to respect them. I expect you not to push back and confront me about my thoughts. Respect mine, and I will respect yours.

Am I repeating myself? Am I repeating myself? Is this what true feelings feel like spread on a white screen with black words? I feel as if this is not enough, I'm not doing enough, I need to do enough.

Why aren't you here with me? Ah, I remember now. You're not even expected to read this far. I am surprised that I have even written this far, since I am not even a writer worthy of recognition. I am not EVEN a writer. But, I suppose things change. They change too quickly. I like to think of life as simply a board game. It looks simple, doesn't it? Look at the measly amount of words in the instruction book; look at the blank white board. Well, well, well, aren't you surprised now?

Have I impressed you enough? Have I impressed everyone enough? No I haven't. Keep going, will you? I haven't got all day.

But I have got all day, technically. I could write this all night, going on and on about nothing. But I would regret it afterwards, for I am a child who needs education. If I am merely a child, then why am I still writing? That is a good question. I am not sure. It's not my choice to stop.

Is it?

This is dedicated to someone special ❤️

I've altered and rephrased many of their words, but the credit is still theirs. ❤️