Yes, this is all there is.
It’s so horrifying that when the realization washes over me, I feel a vulnerable dread in the inability to prove anything exists outside of what I can sense. It’s the thought that lets me assume this is all being done for my benefit.
Dance, monkey, dance.
When I go to a new place, I always wonder how long it’s been there. When I see baby pictures of my friends, I’m amazed they existed before I knew them. I secretly turn the picture at an angle to see if it’s been photoshopped.
Excellent work. My compliments to the art department.
The movie The Truman Show was like watching a visual culmination of my lingering suspicions. Maybe they made the movie to show me how ridiculous the idea is so I’d get off track. Maybe I’m a crazy person who thinks the world revolves around him.
Most likely the first.
I often hear former meth addicts talk about how they thought someone was always right outside the door, or they’re being watched by the police, or some federal agency. As I ask myself how a person could think they were so important, I also wonder how to make myself appear more humble people aren’t intimidated by how unbelievably amazing I am.
I’ve made little progress.
In truth, I’m constantly amazed by the people around me. The friends I’ve made are made from some of the best stories I’ve ever heard. Stories I’m jealous aren’t mine. To know that I get a small piece of that from a small piece of them fills me with a sense of gratitude that these people share some of themselves with me. A clue to what brought them to this point, where I just happen to be waiting for a piece of something they just happen to have to share.
There are no coincidences.
With a step back I realize this is all happening around me, before me, and continues after I‘m gone. I don’t live in a world created for my benefit, but I get to benefit from it by realizing none of it is actually mine. And with the burden of proof lifted from me, I can receive pieces of the unbelievably amazing people around me and take comfort in knowing…
Yes, this is all there is.
B
It’s so horrifying that when the realization washes over me, I feel a vulnerable dread in the inability to prove anything exists outside of what I can sense. It’s the thought that lets me assume this is all being done for my benefit.
Dance, monkey, dance.
When I go to a new place, I always wonder how long it’s been there. When I see baby pictures of my friends, I’m amazed they existed before I knew them. I secretly turn the picture at an angle to see if it’s been photoshopped.
Excellent work. My compliments to the art department.
The movie The Truman Show was like watching a visual culmination of my lingering suspicions. Maybe they made the movie to show me how ridiculous the idea is so I’d get off track. Maybe I’m a crazy person who thinks the world revolves around him.
Most likely the first.
I often hear former meth addicts talk about how they thought someone was always right outside the door, or they’re being watched by the police, or some federal agency. As I ask myself how a person could think they were so important, I also wonder how to make myself appear more humble people aren’t intimidated by how unbelievably amazing I am.
I’ve made little progress.
In truth, I’m constantly amazed by the people around me. The friends I’ve made are made from some of the best stories I’ve ever heard. Stories I’m jealous aren’t mine. To know that I get a small piece of that from a small piece of them fills me with a sense of gratitude that these people share some of themselves with me. A clue to what brought them to this point, where I just happen to be waiting for a piece of something they just happen to have to share.
There are no coincidences.
With a step back I realize this is all happening around me, before me, and continues after I‘m gone. I don’t live in a world created for my benefit, but I get to benefit from it by realizing none of it is actually mine. And with the burden of proof lifted from me, I can receive pieces of the unbelievably amazing people around me and take comfort in knowing…
Yes, this is all there is.
B
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