My letter to the Universe 😐
Dear Universe, On quiet nights, when the world is asleep, I sit by my window and wonder. I look up at the stars and think about this strange, beautiful thing called consciousness. Why do I feel so alive, so aware of my thoughts, my feelings, and this vast mystery of existence? How does a body of flesh, made of simple atoms, create a mind that can dream, question, and love? Tell me Universe, how does a brain, with its electric sparks and tiny chemical whispers, give birth to the “me” inside my head? Is my mind just a trick of neurons firing, or is there something more? Something deeper that connects me to you, to everything that ever was and will be? When I close my eyes and feel my heartbeat, I wonder, am I just a ripple in a great ocean of awareness, rising for a moment before disappearing forever? Or is there something eternal within me, a soul that flows like a river, always moving, always becoming? And what about the other beings who share this world with me? Does a bird feel joy w...