Thought

One of those nights that you question everything. Everything in life, even the life itself. 35 years since the day I left my mother's body. Can't remember that day, but probably cried hard like other babies.

Childhood: 

family, experiencing, day dreaming...

Puberty: 

family, contradiction, experiencing, fantasizing...

Adulthood: 

adventure, immigration, love, work, sex, experiencing, fantasizing...

Interesting... seems like experiencing and fantasizing have been always there, from the very beginning. 

What is life? Fantasizing about experiences or experiencing the fantasies? Is it an experience or a fantasy? Are they even separable? Isn't our life the manifestation of our fantasies? And aren't fantasies originated from within us, from our own thoughts?

Imagine the 7 billion people living on the planet, fantasizing & thinking every single day. How different are those thoughts? How similar are those thoughts?

Maybe life is just a big thought.... a thought that created the whole thing... a thought that gets evolved every day... a thought that grows and grows every day through its 7 billion tiny components...