I know this may be like pretty philosophic, but sometimes I keep asking myself, even though I am pretty sure we do: Do we really exist?
Sometimes I feel like in someone's dream, but in the same time, with all that we see, we feel, the emotions we get, and the needs we get, such as hunger, comfort, energy, I'm pretty sure we "DO" exist. But sometimes, I just feel this isn't real. I've heard like the proverb say something like:
"A dream is something unreal while we sleep until we wake up.
And Life is a dream where we never wake up..."
And sometimes, I'm asking myself: "Do these people really exist? Or is it just my life?" I know this sounds weird, but that's how I feel. Any comments?
Sorry if it sounds weird to you, but that's just how I feel, once again.
I wish I could shed some kind of light on your questions but to be honest I've asked myself those very same or similar questions before. Life is just one of those confuzzling things that we partake in...I think
_________________ “I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don’t have as many people who believe it.” - George Carlin
I can deffinitley say we are existing being, and I have no doubt about it - it's really silly to me to think otherwise - i've lived for so many years, seen so many things, and felt so many things - 'dream' or not we are existing and living, and we will continue to do so for a very long time.
~Kris
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I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.
oo, I'm reading a book on dreams and it speaks a little about life being one big dream, but when we dream it's usually just a jumble of images of discarded thoughts or things we've seen during the day. So I agree with Kris
I think your idea of life being one big dream is a good point, and most probably one that can't be disproved.
However, my personal belief is that we all are existing, i'm not sure why, but there must be a purpose. I refuse to beleive anyone that says it was just coincedence that we came to be the way we are today.
I know this may be like pretty philosophic, but sometimes I keep asking myself, even though I am pretty sure we do: Do we really exist?
Sometimes I feel like in someone's dream, but in the same time, with all that we see, we feel, the emotions we get, and the needs we get, such as hunger, comfort, energy, I'm pretty sure we "DO" exist. But sometimes, I just feel this isn't real. I've heard like the proverb say something like:
"A dream is something unreal while we sleep until we wake up.
And Life is a dream where we never wake up..."
And sometimes, I'm asking myself: "Do these people really exist? Or is it just my life?" I know this sounds weird, but that's how I feel. Any comments?
Sorry if it sounds weird to you, but that's just how I feel, once again.
Maybe it is both, I suppose you could think of it from "God's" standpoint, we are all just actors in his dream. He has the ultimate power (If you believe in God, and such).
Here is my theory on after death.
Ok so, it sounds really stupid and foolish but its been my theory since I was 7. Ok so you die and you end up at the pearly white gates then you give what kind of person you would ideally be and they try their best to find you good home. Now that I think about it though, maybe they place in something totally opposite . . .
Lately I have formed an idea while reading alot of religous text. That if you CHOOSE to go to Heaven, all its residents see you for who you are, if you are really crazy, or a murderer, or a kind person, etc. If you choose to deny what you truly are, hell awaits you.
I don't think it's werid. I ponder in that theory. It also like when I'm scared of death.I wonder some times do we exist? I also wonder like what happens right before death?
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