My name is Amy and this is my space to say things.
I am not sure about much, not that I have given up on trying to understand existence, it is just that I have accepted that I probably never will. A lot of things have enraged me about this life over the years, and sometimes almost still do, but I’m older now and I am more aware with each new day that it doesn’t really matter, whatever it is. Does it, though?
In any case, I have opened up this space in an attempt to write more consistently. Not because I am an exceptional writer, but because I feel unburdened and lighter after I write the chaos out of my mind. Whatever that is. A mind? Like what does that even mean? You see? I can’t figure out anything in existence. Like, is my mind my brain? Is it really possible for an organ in the body to consider its existence, and not only consider it, but manipulate itself? Really? I don’t know, it just seems strange to me. I kind of lean toward thinking that there must be something more when it comes to human beings. I mean, like without trying to be all intelligent and “science is all there is” for a minute and actually think about it. I don’t know, dude, like when you also think about evil and just the sense of morality and right and wrong? That’s a bit revealing don’t you think? Where does that come from, that inherent sense of morality and the capacity to deliberately inflict suffering, and the fact that pretty much everyone believes that to deliberately inflict suffering is not ethically positive. It just seems a bit much that there is nothing more to us than the physical. These universal, core sentiments and awareness of moral and immoral is not likely physical. Anyway, I digress as usual. Like I said, it doesn’t matter ultimately.
So, what you just witnessed is essentially what this site will be like, because getting me to get this crap out of my brain is its sole purpose. Drop by if you want, don’t if you’d rather not. Either way, I will be here, dumping excessive, incessant thoughts in an attempt at sanity. Peace.