I've been having an existential crisis lately. I keep having the philosophical discussion with myself of what is and isn't real. Like, on a molecular level, aren't we just a bunch of atoms reacting to one another? And on a human level, if I can imagine something, what is stopping it from being a reality--isn't that in itself a reality of its own? If a thought is a product of a synapse in our brain, isn't that event technically a reality, just in a paralell world?
Anyway, that's where my gray noodle guy is today. And I guess that's all provoked by my self-awareness expanding as I emotionally process all of this old grimy trauma. It feels like I got a CPU upgrade or something. And now I can suddenly see all of these oppressive walls people have built around me, and I'm burning down those walls with the lasers shooting out of my fingers and I'm thinking to myself, "I thought I was smart before, but I feel like I'm about to get a lot smarter." With the walls down, the horizon is so far out... and I realize that's me seeing my potential without anyone curbing it.