What if we’re not alone in this universe?
What if we’re sharing the galaxy?
What if we’re not the only intelligent creatures in this solar system?
I’m not sure I’m petrified of either of these possibilities.
I think it would be scarier to be alone here.
I think a lot of belief systems would be scrambling, trying to explain everything.
I’m not sure we always deserve an explanation for everything.
Explanations are overrated.
There doesn’t always have to be a reason for things being the way that they are.
I think that’s been my issue.
I always want to know everything and why everything is the way that is.
Maybe that’s why it’s always so hard for me to let go.
I think that everything is for a reason.
Maybe that’s why I’ve only worked for two companies at this point in my life.
Maybe that’s why I feel like I don’t risk hard enough.
Maybe that’s why I leave some chances untaken.
That could explain a lot of my decisions.
How do you change that?
I think I sometimes write just to get an idea of what is going on.
My fingers have a mind of its own.
I think I’ve been writing consistently just to figure out what’s going on in my mind because I feel like it’s working 1000 miles per hour, but I can’t exactly figure it out to even speak up 1 of those thoughts.
I want to understand, but I can’t.
I think that we only use about 10 percent of our brain’s power. I think we don’t know how smart we are as a human.
Do you know that we’ve explored outer space further than we’ve explored our own planet’s depth? That means we have no clue what’s deep into our ocean.
What if there is an Atlantis? I’m not saying anything like mermaids, but what if we find more answers to our existence by going deep into the ocean?
How come nobody has ever created anything to get deep down there, but we’ve spent so much money on exploring outer space?
What if the aliens are closer to our planet’s core than they are to outer space?
I’m not sure what to believe all the time.
Sometimes I feel like I know the answers, and I’m close to finding the solution in my mind, but then I snap back to reality and realize I know nothing.
Do you think it’s better not to know the answer to something versus knowing all the answers?
I think it is.
Chaos would probably strike once we figure out that we’re not alone in the universe.
How would we explain our thought processes to visitors to this planet?
The fact is we have an infinite amount of resources on this planet, yet we allow people to die because of a lack of funds, food, or medicine.
How would I explain my love for sports?
How could one possibly explain my choices when I choose to drink a depressant like alcohol, for example, as an option to celebrate?
That can be a real depressing thought when you put too much thought into it.
Staying woke must be rough.