everything i do not know.

1 am 6/14/2026

i'm really not sure if anything i ever write will matter to anyone but me. but that's okay, i think. 

i miss being numb, because i miss the absence of thought. at a young age i began pondering life's mysteries like a young philosopher. i have to interject with a comment that i don't believe my writing or thoughts are worth even a minute amount compared to actual philosophy. all those years of thinking "why"

why do people die 

why do bad things happen to good people

what happens when we die

how do other people think versus me

why are we here

what matters 

are all questions i started asking, maybe as early as 5 years old? again, i must interject that i do not think that this makes me some ontological prodigy, or anything better than other 5 year olds. after all, it's not like i have been able to answer any of those questions. on the contrary, the list has grown significantly, now titled: everything i do not know.