Where are we?

Somewhere, we forget what we truly are. We forget what we have done during our good times and how things come crashing down when the timing isn't right. We experience the sting of being judged for tiny things that don't matter to anyone else; because the people we love are never as important to the world as they are to us. It is the pain we bear for them that rewards us with loyalty—but only if that loyalty truly exists. If there is no one in this world for whom we would sacrifice ourselves, then it feels as though life isn’t worth living, because we all crave validation for the things and people we are attached to.

Having already endured tough times might actually help. To see them return almost amuses me; these are the mistakes we haven’t learned from, the ones that force us to question our decisions again and again. Yet, the more significant problems are those we choose to ignore because the "problem giver" supersedes the problem itself. We begin to see ourselves as tiny creatures competing against a collective consciousness—a force ruling the material world that suppresses the inner self, leaving us seeking validation from people who don’t even matter.

All attachment is to things and people from whom we have distanced ourselves, yet they continue to rule this material realm. All that remains are expectations placed upon those who can never be wise enough to fulfill them; such is fundamental human nature. Often, there will be no one to question these things but you, because you are the sole observer of whatever your reality might be.

Ultimately, we realize that time is just a dimension. We are the observers that allow the experience to exist while simultaneously seeking shelter both through it and from it. What allows us to truly be ourselves is to detach totally from our reality, however hard that might be. We must continue to work without seeking results or keeping expectations of anything but ourselves. It is our actions that ultimately rule out mere possibilities and allow us to make our probabilities deterministic.

Value and hard work are the only forces never blinded by the authoritative collective consciousness of humankind, yet we are often the ones who fail to fulfill that first condition. We compete among our own species, sharing the same qualities—some of which we define as "good" or "bad." But these qualities cater to no one definitively; their scope is limited to a function visible only when the world is in a tunnel. Moving away from the openness of creative energy allows one to be secluded in their own cave. This internalization of thought persists regardless of who is overshadowing the material realm. But then, we must ask: what is truly the point of being here?