Love. The pains, the joys—the tears, the laughs. Love. We see it as a thing, but emotions are merely concepts. Does that mean they are not real, and thus hold no actual value? And yet it hurts, and yet it influences us. If we let the non-real affect the real, are we even real? How do we define our lives then? Our existence? Say giving a concept, such as love, thought makes it real, so, now what? Does that mean the gap between thought and reality is not actually a gap? If so, does that mean we live our lives in our minds, and if so, what does mean for reality? Does emotion now fuel our lives? If emotions fuel us, doesn’t that burn the idea of making choices—of choosing what you do with your life? What then? Simple ideas about how to live our lives would then be out the window. But we make choices. How does that work? Does the fake influence the real? Or does our basic ideas on life not apply? And yet you live your life. Where does it fit in? When you think about it, it fits in all the time. Is it noticed? No, not really. Are we blind to ideas that define our reality, or do we just fight reality? How does either work? How...
Me, myself & I Sorry if it’s confusing ,_,
