human are strange beings
everything exists because we believe it exists
everything in our lives are imaginary
meaningless paper with numbers on it run our lives
it puts people in the streets
where do ideas of love, anger, sadness, happiness come from?
humans created these feelings themselves
someone decided smiling was a way to display these made up feelings of happiness, crying a way to show sadness.
we have a belief of what beauty is.
where did it come from?
what decides who is appealing to the eye, and who is not.
where did the definition of human kindness come from?
where do religions come from?
humans come up with these ideas
what are numbers?
why do humans find another human a comfort, or find them special?
the world we live in is nothing but a fictitious reality.
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just thinking
PoetryI got bored. it isn't even that long. my phone died so I actually started watching people. and I started wondering why things are the way they are.
