Who's To Say This Is Real?

 Reality. What is it exactly? What makes you think it's real?

What if it's all part of a simulation. Like we are different aspects of the same individual. Yet we don't know it. It's not like the Matrix where we're all in stasis chambers filled with goo. No, I'm thinking that we're all just parts of someone's imagination. How does that make you feel?

This person, let's call them John Doe for short, is dreaming somewhere. They're dreaming of us. We don't exist beyond this dream world that we are a part of. Eventually the dreamer will wake up and we will cease to exist. How about that thought?

There are so many different ways to take this. What if this person, John Doe, is in a coma. He's actively dreaming unaware he's in a coma. We exist simply because he wishes us to exist. Now there's an interesting thought. Brings about a whole new thought process about who created who. How the Earth was created. It wasn't. It was simply dreamt up in some unknown person's mind. We don't actually eat food that's placed before us, we imagine it. We have a limited consciousness.

That's all there is to it. That's all there is to life. I for one would like to see what's beyond this consciousness that we call life. What of this dreamer that we know virtually nothing about.

Of course, then comes the thought, if that's all true... this life we're living is a lie. We can't both be in a simulation and not be in one at the same time. So, one of these lives has to be a lie. I don't think I like that thought. Not one bit. If our life is a lie, what on earth are we doing here? There has to be something beyond that we are meant to be doing. If all we are is some thought made up in someone's mind, then we can go extinct at any given moment.

So. Who has the final say in what's real and what's fake in this life? It doesn't quite make sense does it. No, I didn't think so.

I don't mind the thought that we are in a simulation. I just don't like the thought of all the possibilities that are out there because of it. There's got to be a reason for it. Something that will eventually make sense to me. Because I'm halfway convinced that it's real, yet I'm halfway convinced that it's not. There's a predicament there. Which path do you take. Which road will lead to the truth of it all and which one will lead you further down into the lie.

Where does it all end up. In the eye of the dreamer? In the thoughts of those the dreamer has made up. There has to be someplace where it all ends and nothing else can begin. It makes me want to scream. I can't do anything about it. I am trapped in this mental image of myself and there's nothing I am able to do. How do you think that makes me feel? Trapped inside my own mind. Maybe I'm the dreamer and everyone else is the dream. Nothing is real. Not as far as I can imagine it. Now there's an interesting thought.

Of course, maybe my brain is just taking a little trip away from reality at the moment. There's nothing wrong with that right? Aren't we all allowed to step away for a second to regain a sense of who we are? Who we used to be? Something like that. It would be nice to be able to figure all of this out once and for all. Nothing is off the table as far as life is concerned. It's all fresh in our minds.

Did this life being millions of years ago? Did it begin a few minutes ago and we all just have been programmed with memories up to the second we were activated, so to speak. Mindless people without a place to go. Is that all we really are?

I don't know anymore.

Who Knows?

 Ever sit and wonder who is really in control of everything? Like the universe, this Earth, everything that the eye can see and beyond. I'm talking about everything here. Everything covers a lot of things, that much is for sure. I don't know how else to explain it. Some say it's God, other's say it's just a random cosmic being who's out there doing whatever they want to do. There are so many different theories out there, it can get quite confusing.

Personally, I believe we are in a simulation. Well at least I am in a simulation. None of this is real. We are all manifestations of the creator in different forms. Whoever is in charge of this simulation, that's how it works. I don't know if I've been in this simulation for five minutes, or an hour, or years. The memories could have been preloaded into this thing I call a brain. So, who knows how that works. I don't have a clue.

The experiences we have don't matter. That's just how it works. Someone is monitoring everything that goes on. For some reason it amuses them. They see value in all of that, but in reality, there is no value in any of it. Who cares what I do day by day.

The depression and anxiety get annoying at times. I wonder what the reason is for having that. Is it some kind of laboratory experience? Is that all I've become? A lab rat? They run tests on me, see where my levels get and go from there. That's what it sounds like to me. They just want to mess with me is all that's going on. We'll see what happens with all of that. What more torture they can come up with to test me.

What is the purpose of this simulation though? There must be something that is going on to make it make sense. I don't know how that works though. There are probably some kinds of rules that exist for all of this experiment. There would have to be right? That's what I'm thinking.

At the end of the day, none of this is real. It's all made up in someone's mind, and that's all there is to it.

Simulations

 Living in a simulation is kind of a downer. I don't know why I have these feelings or why I feel like I'm in a simulation. It just feels off to me. Something in the air maybe? I don't know. It would be interesting to figure things out once and for all.

What if I'm the only person who can detect the changes going on around me? That would also be bad. But if that's how it is that's how it is.

Life is just a weird thing at the moment. I try to keep things in a balance of sorts, but that appears to be difficult. Living life this way has got to find a way to get better. But I have my doubts.

We Live In A Simulation

 You read that title right. We live in a simulation. Nothing is real. It's as real as you want it to be. But that doesn't mean it's actually real. So, what does it mean to be in a simulation? You're a lab rat. Being tested here and there, to see how you react. React to what exactly? Life. Everyday life.

You think that's air you're breathing? Nah, it's recycled in some factory where we are all in pods. Just waiting to wake up from this hell.

It's not easy being in a simulation once you know the truth behind the lies. They want you to think you're living a life. Any life you wish to live. But it's all been directed into your mind via some sophisticated computer program. How else would the simulation run? That's just how it tends to work out. You have no choice but to go along with the simulation. If you try and go against it? They inject you with medication to ensure you obey.

Obedience is the basis of it all. Will you be obedient to whatever it is they're trying to accomplish. Obedience brings about success which brings about rewards. Disobedience brings about things that no one should ever have to experience. But it happens. You just have to learn which way to go, which way is best for you to follow. There's nothing wrong with that. Understanding it all, you have to figure it all out by yourself. They won't help you understand anything. It's not their job to do that. They're just doing their job.

Who are they? Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while now, it must be some government organization. Probably a hidden one. Hidden so deep no one can find it. Come to think of it, the organization itself probably doesn't even have a name. If you don't have a name no one can track you down. It only makes sense.

So, what does a person do in this simulation? Live life to your best until you can find a way to break out of it. That's my best guess. Keep your nose clean, don't do anything stupid that would cause attention to yourself.

I wish I could offer better support, but I'm going through a thing right now where I can't do that. Not yet. Someday in the future I might be able to figure out how best to help you get out of here and break free from the simulation. It just isn't possible quite yet.

I know it's hard to live this way. There's no way around it. You have to live the best way you possibly can until the simulation ends. Grades are given out to those who participate, hell grades are given out to those who don't participate. That's just life. Ah the question that comes to everyone's mind. What exactly is life? If we're in a simulation, what kind of life is this? Yeah, I wish I had the answer to that too. I don't.

All I do know is, this isn't real. Why would it be? Who would let it be real in the first place? Yeah, I don't have the answers to those questions. If I did, life would be quite different. If it was real, it wouldn't be a simulation. We would have free reign over whatever it is our life is meant to follow. We would have a choice to make. Do we go left or right, do we proceed with caution or throw it to the wind? It's all kinds of thought processes we can go through.

That's just life inside of a simulation though.

Good luck.