What Is Life? I have been thinking about this question a lot lately. Why this life? Why am I here? What is the point of it all? If you guessed torture and more torture , you would be correct. At least, that’s my take on it all. Life is pure Hell if you ask me. I know you didn’t ask me, but if you were to ask me, that would be my answer. Yep, life is Hell. You think there’s a Heaven and a Hell when we die? I doubt it. I think we are already in Hell. This life is Hell. I don’t know how many times I can repeat that. But it’s worth repeating to get it into your heads. I hear sirens outside right now. I wonder if it’s the police or an ambulance. I don’t have a clue. It’s one or the other for sure. I can’t think of what else it could be. Maybe it’s a fire truck? But they usually honk their horns as they’re going through town to make people move out of the way. I don’t hear any honking. Simulated Life It all brings me back to the conclusion that this life is a simulation. There’s no other...
It is to be understood yet never quite fully understood, that we are here for
a reason. We might never come up with the reason why we are here, but that is
okay.
There are days where we simply don't understand anything going on in this life. We are here for some reason, but what is that reason exactly? I do not have all of the answers needed in order to fully comprehend any of this life. Such reasons and answers must come by their own way. They have to come from their own understanding and without any kind of objection from the thinker of the thoughts. Yet, if we do not think, we cannot be understood by others. To think before speaking is key.
Ever experience something so profound and yet so terrible at the same time? You're just sitting there and a thought crosses your mind. What do you do about it? Do you accept the thought? Do you allow the thought to go? Does that thought linger to a point where you simply don't know what to do with it anymore? Sometimes thoughts just pop into our heads for no reason and we just have to deal with them.
There are days where we simply don't understand anything going on in this life. We are here for some reason, but what is that reason exactly? I do not have all of the answers needed in order to fully comprehend any of this life. Such reasons and answers must come by their own way. They have to come from their own understanding and without any kind of objection from the thinker of the thoughts. Yet, if we do not think, we cannot be understood by others. To think before speaking is key.
Ever experience something so profound and yet so terrible at the same time? You're just sitting there and a thought crosses your mind. What do you do about it? Do you accept the thought? Do you allow the thought to go? Does that thought linger to a point where you simply don't know what to do with it anymore? Sometimes thoughts just pop into our heads for no reason and we just have to deal with them.
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