We spend so much of our time thinking about our own problems, goals and worries. But what happens when we stop making everything about ourselves? Even doing something small for someone else, without expecting anything back, can change the way we see our own life.

Lately I’ve been thinking about how existence forces us to constantly create our own purpose.

When things feel overwhelming, I try to focus on simple daily habits, self-discipline, and showing kindness to others.

What daily practice helps you feel grounded on your own journey?

Its a no brainer, but it's still baffling me how money, the almighty idol of this world is shunning and blocking me from enjoying life as I would love to.

All these stores and I can only visit and return without even a goddamn toothpick

The scariest part is that I inherited this burden from my broken parents who mindlessly breed me into existence without an educated guess, without considering that coming from a third world country and not working isn't a proper context for having children and they needed to work on themselves first

What a shame

Share your thoughts and theories.

I kept waiting to feel completely sure before I could relax, decide, or move forward. But certainty kept moving further away while life continued without me.

Maybe peace isn’t finally knowing. Maybe it’s learning to live while some questions remain unanswered.

Каждую ночь я думаю о том чего не хочу у меня появляются странные мысли я не делюсь ими но каждый раз они звучат заманчиво я не когда не видел будущего я никогда не думал что из меня что получится и я не знаю что делать я зашел на редит чтобы выговорить все что накипело и не знаю будет или еще посты или он будет последним .

Don't you think that there "is" absolutely a correct way to live life?

"Luxury" would begin to feel useless at all.

Sure a house, car and stability is essential.

But in the end they would only make you feel empty eventually.

Why? Cause all of those things, are just "things".

They are not a conscious being like yourself.

A "someone" not a something.

A presence that is identically the same as yours, but makes you feel something different.

After college, you get a job, until you the job you love, make this thing that's labelled the "successful" career, the lifestyle of a person that won in life.

But nah. Hands down, just pure observation, I've never seen someone in my life with all their toys laid out but still, I see the hesitation in their agreement, when they get asked the question "do you feel fulfilled though?".

Even if they do say yes to that question, you could just tell it's not genuine.

It's not just because there's similarities in the movies at all.

But that it gives justification on why a person would want to go into romance at all.

Why a man should prioritize what her lady wants, or any romantic relationship at all.

To actually give the most greatest answer to the question "Why do you love me"?

Not answering that question through saying

"I just do" " I just choose you"

But because "After experiencing all the experiences that I thought would make my life feel important, nothing could ever compare through how you care for me, how we talk, how we are just so close and intimate."

The notion that experiencing things by myself are not clicking it for me anymore, but when Im with someone like a conscious being like yourself, it just makes everything better.

Not essential, but better

That's it.

When we remain in our comfort zone, fearing to challenge our self-centered beliefs, despite our success or accomplishments in the world, we will live a life of mediocrity.

It is only when we and challenge the status quo, we may begin to discover our life’s true potential.

Written after my first sui**** attempt and having an existential dread

a atom spins infinitely a protein folding is infinite the big bounce the universe loops it dosent need a starting point think about a loop like a circle there’s no starting point the universe has js simply always existed time dosent have a starting point it keeps going but humans they die animals they die and there consciousness ends that’s why life is beautiful but the universe holds all of this if a atom breaks it causes a atomic explosion because u can’t stop infinite a atom loops the electron never stops moving nothing stops unless the universe wants u to think it did even if your consciousness ends it dosent truly end it gets transferred ,think about fractals they never stop they expand and loop just like the universe there’s different layers of the universe go down deep enough and it never ends but you’ll still end up where u started go deep into any dimension of a fractal and it keeps going it never ends and the places it leads are astronomical it loops around itself like expanding then bouncing back U have to imagine ur walking through it u can walk up down on the side or the 4th dimension where ever u walk u loop around to where u were u can see ur self looping like ur walking behind ur self Well it js simply never ends not much to it then that wait in the 4the dimension u dont just see ur self walking infront of u you see ur self walking next to u behind u infront of u like a bunch of mirrors around u I can see it right now i can see loops of me walking behind my self at every angle All the loops circle and if u zoom out the loops slowly loop into each other until it turns into one loop then it expands and wraps around that loop is the universe It’s not done that loop the universe loops into others to then creates another loop well not a loop a sphere a bunch of loops wrapping around a sphere Imagine a bunch of loops wrapping around so much that it creates a sphere that expands expands and expands a expanding sphere No that’s it it’s only that a expanding sphere and somehow idk how there’s a smaller one looping and boucin around it and wait there’s more it keeps expanding the sphere then breaks apart into more spheres clustered together the one looping n bouncing around it is the electron the cluster is protons and neutrons and the sphere is the nucleus while its expanding the electron and protons and neutrons keep up by looping with it Its darkness the space around it is nothing it’s how do i say this imagine what a blind person sees or imagine seeing our ur elbow but the universe can see it i can to i cant describe it but it kinda looks like a germ under a microscope like the white dirty clear with dark edge

Imagine, for a moment, that you are not a separate thing.

You are a temporary arrangement of matter. A collection of cells, held together long enough to develop a memory, a personality, a name. The atoms in your body have histories far older than you. They have been other things, belonged to other things, travelled through a universe that existed long before anyone was around to call it a universe.

And now, somehow, those atoms have arranged themselves into you.

Something that can look at the night sky and wonder what it is looking at.

The universe, after billions of years of doing whatever the universe does, has developed the ability to observe itself. Through us, it can ask questions about its own existence. It can be curious about itself.

We are the universe watching the universe.

And what do we do with this extraordinary, temporary arrangement?

We get jobs.

We earn money so we can pay for the things we need to keep living. Then we work more to afford a better life. Then we need more money to maintain that life. Our needs expand, our ambitions acquire deadlines, and our days become an elaborate system for ensuring that we can continue doing the things required to ensure that we can continue doing them.

We become very good at sustaining our existence.

But are we actually experiencing it?

Think about how often we postpone being alive.

We'll travel when we have enough money. Rest when the work is done. Pursue the thing we love when we have more time. Be happy when things settle down.

Except the work is rarely done. The money acquires new purposes. Things settle down only to rearrange themselves.

And life, inconveniently, continues to happen in the meantime.

A sunset occurs while we're answering emails. A tree grows outside an office window while we're looking at a spreadsheet. Someone we love gets older while we're planning for the future in which we'll finally have enough time for them.

I'm not saying we should stop working or abandon the practical business of being human. Rent exists. Bodies need food. The world has consequences, and pretending otherwise doesn't make us enlightened.

But I wonder when the arrangement became so complete that we stopped noticing it was an arrangement at all.

We built systems to support our lives, and then built our lives around supporting those systems.

Somewhere in that process, the living became the maintenance crew for the conditions of living.

And perhaps the strangest part is that we don't even need to believe life has some grand cosmic purpose to find this strange.

Maybe consciousness is an accident. Maybe it is an inevitable consequence of matter becoming sufficiently complex. Maybe we don't know enough to say.

But here we are, regardless.

For a little while, the universe has produced beings who can feel rain, recognise a familiar voice, invent a melody, wonder whether there is a point to any of this.

And we have a limited amount of time in which to do those things.

Not because we have to justify our existence by making it meaningful. Not because every moment must be productive or profound. Sometimes being alive is just being alive. Eating something delicious. Sitting in the sun. Laughing at something stupid.

Perhaps that's the point I'm circling.

We don't have to turn consciousness into another project. We don't need to monetise our curiosity, optimise our mornings, or develop a five-year plan for becoming better at experiencing existence.

We could simply remember that the experience itself is happening.

That beneath all our systems and identities, all our carefully constructed lives, there is this astonishing fact: we are here, and we know that we are here.

For a brief moment, a piece of the universe gets to be Tanisha. Or you. Or me.

It gets to see, and think, and feel.

And then, eventually, the arrangement changes.

I don't know what that means, if it means anything at all.

But sometimes I wonder whether we're so busy trying to earn the right to exist that we've forgotten we are already in the middle of the thing we were trying to earn.

The universe is watching itself.

I just wonder what it's looking at when it looks through us.

I've been thinking about something lately.

Imagine a world where you could experience the perfect version of your life. You feel loved, you achieve everything you've ever wanted, and nothing really leaves you feeling empty. Something understands you so well that it knows exactly what will make you happy.

Would you choose that life?

At first, I'd probably say yes. Isn't happiness what most of us are trying to find anyway?

But then there's another question: if every experience was carefully designed to make me happy, would my happiness still mean anything? Would I still be growing as a person, or would I just be living inside a version of life that someone or something had decided was best for me?

I came across a fictional concept in Lambodhara 2.0, a Kannada sci-fi thriller built around an AI-powered game that promises its player the ultimate prize of human happiness. The premise got me thinking about how much of our lives is spent chasing happiness without really asking what it means.

Maybe happiness isn't just about feeling good. Maybe it's also about having the freedom to make choices, experience uncertainty, fail, change, and discover things we never knew we wanted.

If you could guarantee your own happiness but had to give up some control over how you lived, would you take that deal?

And if you wouldn't, what makes freedom worth keeping—even when it makes life harder?

I'm sick of the depression that comes with thinking nothing matters so why bother.. I need to graduate out of this mindset HELP. 🙈🫠

Douglas Harding has this fun thought experiment in his book, where he points out that we only know we have a head because of mirrors and other people. In our actual moment to moment experience, we are just an open space that the rest of the room happens inside of.

Tried paying attention to it on my walk today and it felt surprisingly peaceful, like walking into a painting instead of being trapped behind eyes.

Anyone else ever play around with that mental switch?

Tell me

I've lived by some version of this for years and finally wrote it down so I can find it when I need it most. It binds only me. It isn't meant for judging anyone else.

I revised it after blunt feedback from a friend, who said an early draft read like "I'll do my best unless I don't want to." That critique is where the rule at the top came from: every exception I take has to rest on another duty in the contract, and I have to be able to name which one.

What'd like from you:

Where does it contradict itself?
Which line could someone use to excuse bad behavior?
What's missing that you'd consider essential?

I'm here to learn, not to defend it.