We don't really exist.

If we stop dreaming of how the mess happened, then we'd see the destruction we've done.

And what's the point of life? Eventually we are just gonna forget all that happened, as if it never mattered.

I need a hug.

I like that optimism

Everything matters. The universe is vast, but we are all reflections of the universe. Every atom in our world is a tiny universe - lots of empty space with a few specks of stuff. Yes, we forget, but the universe doesn't; that's the point, the endless synchronicity in an ever-retaining universe.

I'd hug you but I can't over the interwebs

Think about why existence exists.

What if everything we know is a lie and we know that, but we've convinced ourselves otherwise because the thought of existing on a planet we know nothing about, in a universe we know nothing about is too terrifying

I always imagine that we forgot our previous lifetimes bc we died, therefore they were 'failures', and experiencing this lifetime in this moment means we are living the right life this time

Like, you know it's cold outside when you go outside and it's cold