Reflecting Upon Thought

I have come to the world, born into it like everyone else. And I shall leave this world one day, just like everyone else. All of the unique memories I hold, that are coded specifically for me through my lived experiences. All of the experiences played out through the ego that I have called my identity for as long as I can remember. All of my memories that piece together that identity. I would be nothing without them, and nothing would be who I am. At least, that is what I have told myself.

I reflect upon the world through thought. Whether it be of the past or future, they are from the mind that was born to me: a channel of cycles, stations that I may tune to. With each thought, compacted emotion carried itself through a frequency, creating what you’d call a persona, an identity that I would latch onto. No, not me. It was my ego that did so, for I and the ego were not one of the same: identical twins sharing the same mind and body. Our spirits, however, were in contrast with one another, constantly battling for dominance over sole autonomy. 

I can’t say that I am the ego, for I acknowledge its presence and influence in my own daily life. I don’t think anyone can, really. When we entertain the idea, we often express that we have an ego, that it is a part of us, therefore it is separate from our innermost core: the human soul. 

You could argue whether or not a soul exists, but there is Consciousness. There has to be. And the two work hand in hand with the ego to mold and shape a person into who they were, are and will eventually become. You can even go on to argue that it is merely informational energy that is bound to specific individual properties that eventually come together to form a unified model of what is the perceived human being. I, for one, make no claims about anything, as these are merely thoughts that arise in my reflecting thoughts.

My journey is a road paved with questions, many of which I will express within these pages. I could consider myself a man who questions infinity, for all that I’ve asked throughout my life, but I do not think so highly of myself to even consider my status above that of a slave to the system, a cog in the machine. I am merely writing this so that others may seek the answers that I may not obtain in this lifetime. Perhaps in the next lifetime I will come across these words and find myself relating to them. Perhaps.