you tell me that the things i believe in aren\'t real. you tell me i\'m crazy for believing in it. you say science is the reason for existence, and the universe isn\'t the creator. the universe isn\'t real. you ask me why i believe otherwise.
and i answer, \"because what is the point?\"
people thrive on hope, they\'re desperate for it. i want to believe that vampires and mermaids are real because then we are just existing in a boring, patriarchal, economy where we have no purpose but to educate, work and repopulate.
i want my life to be exciting, i want to write stories and have my head in the clouds because that\'s what existence is to me. if the universe isn\'t real, then the bane of my entire life isn\'t either, because then political power is the only thing that exists and that world is so dark and pathetic.
if the universe isn\'t real, then you\'re telling me im whipsering desperate prayers to nothing? you\'re telling me there\'s nothing out there to help me when i\'m so low? that i truly am alone for my life? that there\'s nothing, nobody, that is watching me, protecting me, listening to me? i\'m just a being with no purpose?
why would i want to sit here and believe that nothing is real. why would i want my life to revolve around science, politics, education, work and reproduction? i don\'t want that. i want to feel happy, spiritual and free.