Sunday, 5 February 2023

It is weird, this life.

I find it weird that I am existing right now, having thoughts.  It seems almost surreal, as if I'm in some strange dream.  If this is the only life there is, why do I find myself inexplicable in existence?  Or if I existed before this life, where was I and doing what?

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