Conception of the reality we believe to be true seems to get more and more relative to various points of view as the days pass by. Going through or understanding each and every point of view, on each and every situation seemed very important to me till lately, when i finally realized that all the time in the world wouldn’t get me close covering all the bases. So then the only practical option left is to rely entirely on your conceptions and misconceptions of reality. The fact that we might be inferring the world completely wrong was weighing down on my very being. Although this is true and extremely troubling, I happened to stumble upon the saying COGITO ERGO SUM, which loosely translates to – I think, therefore I am. To live believing that you exist only because you think and perceive yourself to be taking up space in three dimensions and linearly passing along in time, isn’t enough of an argument, to be convinced of your existence. To some this might make sense, and the rest will argue that I’m just having an extreme existential crisis. But what difference will that make, when we’ve established that the only practical option was to go through life trusting your perceptions of reality, even if they are misconceptions.
What you infer from the world, your own warped sense of reality is what makes the world your special place. It is not the same for any other, and nor should it be. Consistency for all life in absorbing the universe around them would make things much less interesting. Considering that I’m rambling on about such a twisted way to conceive the universe, just to provide stimulus to the very mind that allows for such a form of conception is ironical in the least.
Narrative Of The Restless 