move cursor to the left.
imagine this thing.
it's colored with anything you want it to be.
turn it around, and it's another color.
turn it back, and that color you wanted it to be changes.
turn it to a different side and you see another different color.
after a while of twisting and turning and finding different colors,
changing with every move, you see it back to that color you wanted
it to be a little while ago.
then you move it again.
and it just repeats that endless cycle.
...
as much as we would like to take this person or that and change him
or her to this someone that we would like, we can't.
We can imagine it at times, looking and staring, believing in the little
changes that you see.
But it doesn't happen.
After everything, somehow, there's always this something about that
person that remains the same.
But is it really that who we are is someone that can never change, is
constant no matter what anyone might try?
Maybe we're nothing and no one, in reality.
People tell us to be ourselves, dont listen to anyone or anything if it
goes against your ideals and all that.
But who is "ourselves?"
is it the person we see in the mirror?
is it the body we live in?
is it some outworldly soul we can neither see nor feel?
maybe we dont know because there is no such thing.
we look inwards and see nothing amidst all.
look outwards, see the same thing.
There is no you.
There is no me.
There is no them.
There is no us.
There is just.
silence.
within the sound.
thoughts.
within the words.
and people.
within the world.
...
look inside.
is that really you?
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eat food only if it is tasty.
otherwise, dont eat it.
:|
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