A spark of life, something that was not there before. That is what created everything, existence at its finest. What are we but just a collection of sparks, a combination of wonder and existential dread?
Hello, and welcome to the mind. A place where nothing matters, yet everything seems to hold so much weight. The neurons communicate with each other as the words spill out amongst the digital canvas. The body reacts to such a degree, but when does it become uncanny to our identity? Is that who we are, just reactions to the electric signals shooting through our skull?
I fear a place where everything is accounted for. Every movement, every word, every single action taken throughout the day. The mind may think it has control, but in reality, there is no such thing as control. We are but mere parasites amongst many lifeforms, taking what we can within our surroundings.
Specifically, I fear a place where control is out of reach. To some, living is a consequence of sexual actions between two people. Others believe living is a blessing given to us by a higher lifeform. One thing is for certain, living is not within our control. Whether we want to or not, we exist along with many others, all struggling with our internal battles.
Help me, they say. Save me, they pray. Take away this pain and let in bliss, they wish. But to no extent do they stand up and forget its presence.
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To Whom It May Concern
SpiritualThis will be a collection of thoughts, ideas, stories, situations, anything that may come to mind. It will be for anyone willing to explore my brain, my side of life.
