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Mysteries

They’re not always meant to be solved. I think the most interesting part of being human is having no idea what it all means. Things just are, and you can’t prove any of it to exist. Even questioning is a paradox, the paradox itself is a paradox, ad nauseam. It’s called being too smart for your own good, letting your mind take over when it has no idea what to do when encountering anything that doesn’t fit nicely into its own illusions.

But I question the validity of all these logical constructs and black holes of thought: What happens when your mind has collapsed entirely? Where does the strenght to keep living come from? There’s something else there, beyond all this existential angst.

These circumstances don’t have to dampen your joy of living. It’s definitively not a productive way to spend your time.

At the end of each day, even if you still find yourself utterly clueless, unable to comprehend even the tiniest sliver of existence, you can still choose curiosity instead of fear, wonder instead of despair. And that is, to sum it up, why I believe in divinity.

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