I want to tell you a story
It might not be a good story,
I wouldn’t know,
I haven’t heard it yet.
There was a guy,
he lived in Ohio.
This guy didn’t see the world,
like other people see it.
He saw what you see,
but he also saw the possibilities,
that float away after decisions are made.
You see,
When you come to a fork in the road,
Two realities form,
Both are identical.
They are formed simultaneously.
They are both real,
When you chose your path,
Your consciousness splits,
And re-forms into 2 exact copies.
One takes your path and,
the other takes the other path,
that was created by your choice.
At the split of the realities,
you only see the results,
of the choice from this reality.
The other you,
sees only the results,
of the other choice.
Every single choice creates 2 realities.
If you are in the line at the grocery store,
and you buy a candy bar on impulse,
there is a version of you that didn’t buy a candy bar.
When you look back with regret,
On a particular choice
Remember,
somewhere there is a you,
who made the right choice.
That can lead to self loathing and regret.
I see both of those splits,
and it drives me crazy,
watching the other one fade,
Is maddening.
Sometimes in my dreams,
I see some of those other realities.
The problem is,
I seldom know if I’m in this reality,
or I’m dreaming,
and experiencing another reality.
I’m often sad when,
I work very hard for years,
and I reach my goal,
and I’m happy and proud of myself.
Then
I wake up exhausted and so very let down,
because it was a very long dream,
all of my hard work meant nothing.
I never know when to get excited and work hard,
because it could all be a dream.
Wouldn’t it be weird if i wake up,
and this writing is one of the ones,
that i can’t find,
because i wrote it in a dream,
and it never really happened.
What if you read this while I’m still dreaming,
And when I wake up,
you don’t even exist.
What if I’m completely alone.
What if I’m the only being that exists.
I can’t even count on you to disprove this,
because I could wake up,
right after you convince me that I’m not alone,
and then I would find out that your written reply never existed.
I don’t know if I could take that again,
I think it it would drive me completely mad.
I have to take the risk,
I have to ask.
Are you real?
