“John, how you've changed! You were so tall and you've grown so short. You were so well built and you've grown so thin. You were so fair and you've become so dark. What happened to you, John?” John says, “I’m not John. I’m George.” “Oh, you changed your name too!” 😂😂😂
Dig up old photos, found out, preschool self and funny teenage self — the bad haircut, the awkward smile, that questionable fashion sense. Same eyes, same smile... same person, right? WRONG. Science says I’ve been replaced.
A study stretching from age 14 to 77 (yep, the longest personality study ever — old-school commitment!) says personality doesn’t just “mature” — it straight-up mutates beyond recognition. Oh well, it looks like my personality shape-shifted so much from age 14 to the present, I'm practically a stranger to my past selves.
My "personality" is a temporary software, not eternal hardware. My cells are constantly replaced, my so-called “personality” too. I'm not the same person I was yesterday, let alone back in high school.
That voice in my head whispering: "I am... me." Yeah, that’s fake too. My "self" is just a story I keep repeating — like a catchy but slightly annoying song.
So what’s real, if anything?
You, me, our cherished little “I am” badge — it’s all part of the greatest scam in the universe. The ultimate counterfeit. Even the "self" is fake. The whole “this is me” story is built on recycled memories and second-hand narratives handed down from mom, society, and your own unexamined mind.
Freedom? That holy grail everyone’s chasing? It’s not outside — it’s from yourself. Because the “self” is the original prison cell. Want out? Stop buying into the illusion that you were born, that you are a someone, somewhere, doing something. You’re not.
It’s not "out there", the real freedom is awakening from the illusion of YOU. The biggest trap isn’t your job, your bank account, or your relationships. It’s the belief that you’re someone solid, permanent, real.
Quantum physics joins the party, too. Reality doesn’t exist unless you’re looking at it. No observer = No reality. Wrap your head around that the next time you argue with yourself in the shower. No observer, no reality. Boom. Mind blown. Schrödinger’s cat is laughing somewhere.
So go ahead — chase dreams, fall in love, fight for success, collect followers on Facebook and Instagram. But know this: the world, your goals, even “you”... are just convincing mirages stitched together by thought.
See the fake as fake. That’s as real as it gets. And, play the game — but don’t forget it’s a game.
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