You are a minuscule part of a grander picture, but at the same time, the picture is incomplete without you.

Out of all the infinite possibilities that can take form and exist, you are one. And so am I. You and I are related in ways we know little about.

I feel a void within me sometimes. It’s like the nothingness that exists in the universe has seeped into me.

You are not one straightforward person. You are a complex work of an infinite chain of events that have played out since the birth of the cosmos.

My full-of-life brain can only process what my eyes can see, and my eyes see only what my brain is prepared to understand.

Anything that makes you believe that it exists must be conscious and intelligent.

Is consciousness or awareness just another feature that our brains developed as a result of natural evolution?

When and how did the brain develop consciousness to question its own existence?

I was born with basic survival instincts inbuilt. My heart beats outside of my control. My actions are conditioned and dictated by the society I live in. My body asks for fuel when it needs it. So, what role do I actually play in my own life, apart from being a supervisor of my material body?