Something to think about...
My mind is an endless hole of existential thoughts. Here are some to make you think.
We’re sand, masquerading as stone.
Complexity hardened into simplicity.
To be known, to be honest, to be free, we must release.
We’re all visitors here.
Our weight on the earth is the same weight that’s always been here. Still, then moving, and forever transforming. The only difference now is that we’re the ones carrying it around.
Maybe every clown you’ve seen is just a person dressed as a clown. Think about it.
All of our identities are just costumes we wear.
Fear of judgement is a villain that scares us into the safety of our curated identities.
F that. We created the monster, let's destroy it too.
Get weird.
Be kind.
Most things don't matter.
We’re only here for so long
Remember that time when all life blossomed from a single cell?
Otters. Redwoods. Blue Whales. Moss. Humans. Beetles. Tulips. Dinosaurs. Salamanders. Squid. Leopards. Your 2nd grade teacher. Flamingos. Worms. Coral. Oak Trees. Everything else.
You exist for a quick 80 years.
Then you don’t exist forever, again.
If even that.
Realizing that identity is an illusion can transform stone to water.
We are nothing and everything all at the same time.
Non-Binary Thinking:
Nothing is inherently good or bad. Things just exist. Here’s one of those things. If you think it’s bad, you’re wrong. If you think it’s good, you’re wrong but I’ll thank you for it.
During fits of attraction, humans often touch their naked bodies together.
Reason: unknown.
What if our subconscious mind is self aware?
A stow-away, silently slipping ideas through the cracks in the floor. What if it's as awake and full of life as we are? Is it's existence one of a prisoner or a passenger? Does it long to interact with the physical world like we do, or is it thankful to be free from the need to?
There are an estimated 2 billion species that call our planet “home.”
We’re floating around in a potentially infinite sea of space, which has over 10 trillion other planets, and every single living thing we’ve ever discovered was born on the same little pebble as we are. That’s weird.
3 billion years ago a living cell was born into a quiet world that it’s descendants would eventually fill.
We’re a hell of a family.
Every memory we have is a caricature of an experience we’ve lived through.
They’re wildly unreliable when it comes to actual details but the feelings attached our memories always seem clear. It’s like our brain knows which parts are important enough to hold on to.
Everyone who’s ever existed has been forced into it.
Be careful out there.
And just a few more random ones that popped into my head recently:
We are here and so is fruit. Fruit was put here in order for use to survive and have a food source. We have a purpose. We are suppose to be here.
Shadows are just light ghosts. Kinda.
It’s weird that we say “my brain” as if we’re anything more than that.