This is really just a confusing conception of mine.
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I stood there for a good ten minutes taking in my surroundings, surveying my kingdom. Until I reached out to shut the patio doors, to save the rain hitting the laminate flooring; which had recently been installed, I stood there just looking out through the double glazing of the sheet of glass in my patio doors. The right door, I had left open just a few inches. So I could stand there and watch and hear and feel the sheer emotional velocity of the rain. Then a thought occurred to me: “This is meant to be summer, well British summer and it was raining. What was happening? Sure global warming had come in to affect, so since the ice caps were melting and causing more water in the sea. There should be more rain, but why now? Why in the summer? We have had rain all year around. Couldn’t it just give it a break for a few weeks of sun?” Then another thought occurred, that I always seem to stumble into a lot. A common thought process to me, I could call it a natural place for my mind to inhabit, a kind of ‘home’. I started to wonder whether any of the ‘facts’ were true about global warming. Whether any of it was real? The rain, the laminate flooring, the double glazed patio doors, my clothes and I started to think “How do I know I’m not living a dream or nightmare? How do I know if my ripped blue jeans, Queens of the Stone Age top, red flannel shirt or brown beanie were real? How did I know if I was real?”
I just didn’t. For all I know this is could, what you could call a surreal ‘dream’, or the imagined life for something else. Maybe I’m a character in a film, book, game (probably a pretty boring game) or television show?
How do I know if your even ‘real’? You could just be a robot for all I know. And like the Truman show this could all be a very elaborate hoax for me to believe in.
Sometimes in ‘life’ I can’t really tell if what’s going on is actually happening or not. Which makes ‘life’ very confusing.
But that’s what is so great about it, the fact that ‘we’ don’t know if anything is real or not. It’s what keeps me going.
If I die and go to some higher dimension or realm of ‘reality’, I would like there to be something that could tell me if what I am ‘living’ is real or not now. I do truly hope for that. But the chances are that even if there is something along those lines then there will be an even bigger mystery to figure out.
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Hmm... whenever i hear or read something like this it always reminds me of The Matrix movie. Therefore whenever i start to think about it i can never put it down to my own thoughts as what i remember from the movie interferes.
I do think that you have a point though, we don't know do we? But we shouldn't really try to think about that too much because life is for living, it's not supposed to be questioned.
It does need some work i think... maybe polish it a bit so that it flows better, with the same style all the way through? Thats all i can think of for now.
-Gee
Yeah, it's very confusing to think about. I guess it should flow smoothly. This clearly doesn't. But I will try fix it when I have the time.