Sometimes I feel I am not.
Most of the time, I am confused.
Wait, what does confusion means? The state of not understanding something. (google told, okay?)
Why do we need to understand a thing in the first place. I guess, to get control over it and not feel any danger from it, survival-wise speaking.
But what is there to understand?
You’ll die anyways someday and that doesn’t make sense at all.
But wait, confusion, right?
We can only know things for sure once we have been through them and creating that fantasy imagination reels in our head opens up a lot of anxiety to us.
If you got confused after this, well, i don’t know what to say to you.
I am confused.