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what if?

Triggerish Warning: This may go against your beliefs and morales.

what if life was a recollection of all of our memories, a video we watched at the end of our lives, with no pause button, and no distractions. and maybe that's why sometimes we remember our dreams and nightmares. because we dream every night, or so we are told.

what if we aren't living? what if there's no such thing as life? what if there's no such thing as death? what if our whole lives as we know it is just a dream? what if we're in a coma right now, in a different life, and we're just making up all of this? what if solangelo isn't real?

what if friendship was a lie? does true love really exist? what is love? what is friendship? what is life?

what if the Internet didn't exist? what if books didn't exist? what if music didn't exist? what if Wattpad didn't exist? would we all still be here today, or would most of us have taken our lives long ago?

i really don't like pondering on these types of things, because i overthink things to the point of unhealthiness, but i needed to let all these thoughts out. thinking about all of this brings me to verge of tears though, both literally and metaphorically.

my mother says that she thinks all people should have something to look up to and to believe in, and that is her problem with atheism.