2024-08-17

On a daily basis I question my whole reality; my whole life; all the choices that I have made in it and whether or not I actually had a choice; if my life is a true reflection of me / the world / the universe / life in general / life less general; and what part(s) of reality is/are actually real.

I question my own mind; what it is; how it has come to be as it is; what should I take from it. Which lessons have I learned; which have I taught; and which have I just regurgitated.

Is my mind made up of just memories? If so it is made of a mixture of others memories too – so am I truly free?

Does it guide me to where I need to be, or do I guide it? Not knowing can make it seem like I am hanging in limbo.

Do others lead me the way by adding to and steering my mind? If this is the case, why has it felt like I am the only one with other peoples hands in my brain.

Is there an ultimate and all-powerful being that shows us what we need to see and when? If so, why do too many people have such dark and twisted minds.

Do we all contribute to a joined and ever changing final destination? Does this mean that the minds of children, the same ones that burn ants with magnifying glasses get to choose what will be our fates at any given time?

For me the mind is so illusive, that I cannot find or define it – so how will I find the splinter today?