The world I’ve created

I get very freaked out by the thought of my own consciousness. What am I? How am I thinking and what is thinking?

I sometimes go back to the thought that most of us have probably had at one point in our life; ‘What if no one else is real and only I exist.’ I also think that one day I’m going to have to answer for this world I’ve created.

My thoughts on this have expanded slightly recently.

What if my own thoughts are responsible for all the stupid things in this world? Someday, when I have to answer for all this, how am I going to explain jobs, war and celebrities?

I just imagine something saying;

‘You should have seen some of the other worlds that were created. The experiences and alternate realities and ever-changing physical beings with ever lasting life. Incalculable emotions and senses.  You on the other hand, why did you stop at love and orgasms? Why did you spend most of your time working for money to obtain substances that is excreted from your anus? What was your obsession with creating people more important than others? Why make selfies such a big deal? Why limit your life to 100 years and create such an annoying afterlife?’

When I was 8 I was sitting in McDonalds eating a filet o fish and a daunting realisation dawned on me.

There is never an actual moment when I am enjoying this. It’s either not being eaten, in my mouth, or in my stomach. When is the moment when I’m suppose to be enjoying this?

That was one of the worse meals of my life. Tasteless, and made me never want to eat anything again. How did I get over this? To simply put it, I eventually just forgot. Actually I haven’t thought about his in a long time and I wish I hadn’t. Damn.

So where am I? Sometimes I feel like I’m just hovering around,  or like my consciousness is staying in the same place and everything is moving around me. And is it just me? How many others are experiencing my life? Maybe we’re all just recycled souls going into new vessels.

With all that said,  have a great self-created world of a day with unenjoyable meals and experiences floating passed you and the other stationary beings trapped in your vessel.

Kind regards,

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