Am I the only one who thinks differently about life? Whenever I talk about this, people either think I am just plain weird or criticise me for it. I started thinking about... weird things, since I was quite young, actually. Maybe twelve, I'd say. I used to think, "What is life?" or "Why was I chosen; how is my existence here necessary?"
I look around. Everything's like clockwork. People interacting, doing what they need to do. I feel like a ghost though. I am ignored by them. Days pass, but things remain the same... I'm still stuck in my own mess I created - my mind, my world. I told myself years ago as a child that my ultimate goal in life was to find out 'what it is all about'.
I started taking philosophy lessons. Unfortunately I've dropped it now, mainly because I couldn't really agree with most of Descartes' views. I don't like writing about what I don't agree with. I found some of his views of life rather intriguing though. This link shows a lot of his views, and I got very interested in the Evil Demon argument, or his views on senses or dreams.
In another thread here, I stated that I know who I am... but the truth is, I don't. I don't honestly know who I am, or what I am. I don't know whether my entire existence is true. For all I know I could have been deceived for my entire life. Everything could be fake. I think about dreams a lot though, and wonder how our minds store the entire geometry of a location in order for us to revisit that location in the dream world. It's odd how our 'minds' can generate places in dreams though too.
I think I have typed enough. You probably think I'm even weirder now, but I think about this stuff a lot.