Stream of consciousness

​It’s coming back to basics. Remembering that all of it matters: every moment, each conversation, glance, smile, tone of voice, action.. all of it, has meaning, all of it leaves an impact; while at the same time none of it matters at all. Lay down the self importance, take it lightly, none of it is all that serious.

Life is a series of contradictions when you break it down; the opposite of most statements can often be true, depending on circumstance. There are no rules, while at the same time it is useful to follow what feels right (as long as it doesn’t harm others!).  

We are who we are. Our past experiences moulding and shaping us so that we become who we are today; yet then we go on to ponder who the hell are we anyway? Am I my thoughts? Am I my actions? Am I who I spend my time with? Am I where I’m from? Am I my mother? My father? My brother? My sister? Am I my education? Am I my skills? …
Who the hell are we? Is it set in stone? Is there such thing as destiny?

Thoughts, thoughts, we can ponder, going round and round. Only to find, that it’s all just thought. Sometimes we believe some things, then in other moments our point of view is turned around, as new belief systems are set in place.
What theoretically ought to feel right, doesn’t always feel right. We are intricate, complex, creatures, does any of it make sense?

In this search to understand, to comprehend; to find ourselves whilst losing the sense of self at the same? Paradoxical to say the least; yet isn’t that what’s going on here? For some, perhaps, while others attempt to establish themselves more and more, in an attempt to be somebody, to be a name, a brand, to represent something.

Yet life is fluid, as we morph from one shape to the next, moment to moment, beyond our comprehension. So what? So what? So what?
Why? Why ? Why?

Why do we do what we do, make the decisions we make, believe that which believe?

You might wonder why waste your time wondering? Why bother? Who cares? We are who are right?
So true too! So relevant, for we couldn’t be any other way. Yet at the same time if we choose to understand ourselves more, to grasp a better idea of who we are, whilst at the same time realize the potential for who we could be is also infinite, well then.. well then what?

Understanding human nature, realizing how similar we are, how we are all capable of the same emotions, and if we were the other person, having lived through all their experiences we would be exactly them.
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So then? So then what? What does it matter? Who gives a damn?
Well I do! I most certainly do!
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Yet, who is this I that you speak of?