“You have a great life on paper.” “On paper, everything seemed perfect.” “She’s doing really well, on paper.” “On paper, he’s a lucky guy.” “She looks good on paper.”
What a stupid phrase. Paper should be reserved for truths, not people’s theories or society’s randomly constructed ideals.
“On paper, everything seemed perfect.”
Fuck your paper, your paper is a liar.
My brain is trying to make sense of itself. But my brain is biased and, I fear, has not got my best interests (literally) in mind. My brain plays tricks on me. It is capable of incredible things, things that I [it] could never previously imagine or conceive. The brain is not to be underestimated: it is to be respected and feared. It is capable of horrific and magical things. It can both create you and kill you.
Are we responsible for our brain, or is it responsible for us?
My brain has ulterior motives. It is so incredibly powerful. It is not to be trusted. I can’t trust my brain and I don’t, not one bit.
Do you trust yours? You shouldn’t.
Paper paper paper.
Paper doesn’t look like a real word anymore.
Who decides what’s real?
It was real to me. I saw them. I saw those men with my own eyes. Five of them. I saw them. They were in the house. Just because you/them/nobody else saw them, doesn’t mean that they weren’t real.
Maybe there’s actually something wrong with all of you because you couldn’t see them, maybe you are the mentally ill ones because you couldn’t see them and they were right there, maybe you’re the deluded ones.
I saw them, but because nobody else did it was easier for everyone to say that they didn’t exist, that they weren’t real. “There were no men.” Yes, there were, because I saw them.
They were real. I saw them. They were real to me.
It is capable of horrific and magical things. It can both create you and kill you. – Great lines. I can relate. You’re such a great writer. You pour your heart out whenever you write, and I love you for that
Thank you, dear friend. Sometimes it’s all one can do! X
Well written… and for the record on paper, I for one- believe you.
Your belief means an awful lot to me. Thank you xx
There’s a Buddhist text that says the mind is like a servant who is ultimately planning to kill us. It becomes so helpful, indispensable it seems, but deep down, it is planning our demise. You’re right: Don’t trust it. It lies!
Oooh that’s very interesting indeed! I’ll have to research that concept. Thank you for taking the time to comment xx
It’s not my place but listening to the heart now and then takes some load off the brain, and centers it.🤗 I wish I could say something about the 5 guys but I’m Jon Snow on this.(I know nothing)
Your advice is always welcome! ♡