What if, what we perceived as reality is just codes and sequence on a computer program?
What of if death is the real escape from this slumber we call reality?
What if, this life is a dream inside another dream and only death wakes you up from each dream until you awaken to the real reality?
What if we are all really asleep and all we perceived and feel and touch are just imaginations from our brains that interpret it to look like reality?
What if life is a myth and we are all actually dead?
What if I go trim the bushes in my yard & then relax in my pool instead of wasting my time on this existential silliness?
I have noticed that that is a very popular thought exercise anymore
Well…. Whether we are existing in a real or imagined place, probably doesn’t matter as much as what we do with our real or imagined existence.
Being kind to others while experiencing as much, and enjoying as much as possible is never a waste of time. Be it real or perceived