What If No One’s Watching

You want a god.
You want a simulation.
You want someone. Anyone. To be at the wheel. Just someone piloting this leaking ship.

You want comfort.
A cosmic parent.
A line of code that tells you you're special.
That the pain you've endured meant something.
That this chaos is just a test.
That the ending is wrapped in clouds and choirs.

But here’s the truth:
There might not be a supreme architect.
No skybound savior.
No nerdy programmer drinking Mountain Dew and picking his nose from behind the curtain.

Just atoms.
Accidents.
Mutations.
Regrets.
Atrocities.
And you.

You're a flicker of awareness howling in a cold void.
The silence doesn’t answer because maybe, just maybe, there’s no one there to hear your longing for explanation.

And maybe that’s beautiful. Maybe it's not.
We all deal with it, and we deal with it our own way.

Maybe there’s no script.
Maybe it's you who gets to write it.
Maybe it's you who decides what's true.

Negative Nancy

Just scroll past those haters.

Scroll past the people who spew negativity and provide no solutions.

Scroll past the trend chasers looking for a quick hit.

Scroll past the comedians making mundane observations and labeling them as comedy.

Scroll past the posts where people treat politics like religion and religion like politics.

Scroll past your own reflection in a sea of curated content.

Scroll past your echoes in a chamber of your design.

Scroll past this post. You already did.