Nonexistence

  This restlessness of not feeling like you belong is a broken perfection that leads you to believe that only by having a title, a world, and a meaning will you be worthy of being alive. It's not just young people just starting out in life who suffer from this and feel an insufficiency in their own bodies, but also adults who often feel lonely or whose "responsible" life is so heavy that a great uncertainty about one's own performance begins to grow to an abnormal level. Then, a distortion of reality creeps into your head, a feeling that nothing is right. Thus begins the journey of unintentionally escaping your own nature and world to fit into another that doesn't belong to you, much less your dignity . Surrendering to a perfection that doesn't give you pleasure or satisfaction is what completely shatters your sense of your actions, your thoughts, etc. Trying to fit into a world that doesn't belong to you transforms you into another being, not something ...

                                                          Hope is the first to die   when you give up  after a few attempts. It's annoying when you get excited about something, like a dream about to come true , or you're just starting out in the first stages, only to not succeed the first time. Then, your hope and your lifelong plans are shattered all at once, and every time an objection to your intentions (whether good or bad) appears, you lose your will and give up again. Some heavy work (or what seems heavy) comes along, and you end up trembling with laziness or exhaustion just imagining all the work it will entail, only much more so, or someone gives you too many details for something new, and you can't even absorb it all because you can't appreciate failure . Of course, you should allow yourself to feel this hatred and a certain ...

That Chaos—Nature, God and gods, Demons, and perfection and imperfection. The death that gave life to existence. Inexistence , in terms of reality, is the culmination of being the silence of this chaos. Simply enjoying your own world, understanding your own time and moments of connecting to worlds outside yours and how you can't control these worlds (nor be the artists of these worlds), being something that always gets in the way of everyone (but always defending your own innocence and dignity), and being something that can be aware of its own weaknesses and simply allow everyone to exist and talk to you about their problems and their lives (remembering that you shouldn't solve certain problems for others, but rather help), and simply speaking to them without expecting something "real" to be lived. Life is the realism of a masterpiece, artistically speaking, not philosophically, where even the most stupid or simple detail transforms an entire space into something incr...

  I don't have any religion, but I still enjoy listening to the stories and even reflecting on them sometimes. In fact, one of the things I always think about when it comes to God is this idea of making everyone special, with unseen or unpredictable destinies. If you think about this sometimes or often call on God, I'd love to discuss it with you.If for God we are unique and each of us has a different destiny, what does God gain from this? What does this "mission" add to the existence of this "being"? Comment below on the blog! The " soul ," the essence of a being, is a copy of another being; it's not perfect. A sculpture of blood is meant to be a unique creation, definitely divine, because when it comes to God, it makes sense to me that we are pieces of him, each personality or form of him, making "him" also imperfect and his existence. A paradox that can still expand to something beyond it. The unknown is not impossible to know, ...

      Robert Sapolsky (neuroscientist, writer, and professor of biological sciences, neurology, and neurosurgery at Stanford University in the USA) -"We are the sum of what we cannot control." You are the ghost resulting from the choices and nature of your ancestors. There is no free will , as Sapolsky himself says. No one is "purely" real, and for me, free will is never related to being "alive"; it's more about "rebellious" freedom and nature itself, because that's the basis of your art. Of the joys you acquire and create in life, but there, it's still not entirely your "individuality." It's not entirely nature that defines you (only by itself, in this case. Many other scientists who criticize Sapolsky's ideas say that free will is something far beyond metaphysics , etc. And not just the biological part) because still, there is the part where you create " consciousness " and self-knowledge from what you...

   The world is strange, but even that definition doesn't exist. This is the paradox of life . Yet many insist that there is something "strictly" specific, not something logically specific. Typically, these people who live in cycles of "behaving" in this reality end up passing this madness on to others born from this " small universe ." It's worth considering that all those who preach insignificant worlds usually can't stand their own world, and so they think this is being "strong" and realistic. Strong in humiliating yourself and being humiliated by the whole world. It's one thing to be religious or to believe completely in some "law" or something like that and still know that you shouldn't follow ideas that undermine someone else's dignity or your own. It's another to agree with absolutely everything, to be afraid, or simply to no longer belong in your own body, and your dignity or someone else's hono...

     Life and death are the same, in some way. The same in that they are ephemeral and not "sides" or eccentrically "real" things. Neither of them needs to think about having a body (whether a body "described" as ugly or beautiful) or any kind of choice that involves "one side" all the time. They don't need to be anything, and this applies to your life, which is always questioning you about who you are, whether you're worthy, whether you're a monster or something perfect or great, and that's so annoying that it even loses the point of complaining about it sometimes; it just becomes horrible. The world is somewhere between horrible things and "extremely" beautiful things, and that's it. Life becomes stupid. It doesn't escape your suffering or the suffering of the world in general. There are appropriate times to deal with issues beyond your control. Facing reality without defenses is like shouting at a wall, witho...