My word, My life

As far as I can see we can only be certain of two things in our lives: that we were born and that we’re going to die. When you really think about it, everything else is theoritical and nothing is predictable. We really know nothing, just indulge in a lot of assuming. Illusions to calm our fears, because we need to place things on shelves in order to live without breaking into chaos. It is against our nature to be like goldfish in bowls, accepting that everything is unknown and swimming in circles until we die. We need the illusions. Deception is so sweet when you do it to yourself. Maybe that’s why it’s a sin? Mental masturbation, really. We’re all just fucking with ourselves