Even if this is all just images, it still is beautiful.
It isn’t nothing, because that would mean you are nothing and I am nothing. But were apart of it creating it to be something.
What we make with our hands, the things we design are still present but they are only present because our reality determines it as so. It doesn’t mean things are empty. It doesn’t mean things are pointless because the more you do the more you will discover.
It just means they differ from what you once thought. It would however be easier to switch the sight off, the sound and everything else. But if you’re left with nothing you’d still be left with something.
Even if they are all just images projected in front of us they still entice us, they still make us ponder, and they still have their own enchantment. They give meaning to something that will one day end, or come to an end “as we know it”. Nothing really ever comes to an end, it all repeats, continues, evolves and moves forward.
Perhaps along the way we ourselves have lost our meaning or purpose. It doesn’t seem that what we class as meaning is anything. For now it is, we’ve grown up believing it all is.
Which is why some struggle. Some because they are born into and some because they’ve allowed it. But every struggle is temporary. Literally, if you are poor, you might be poor for the rest of your life. That doesn’t exactly matter when possessions are empty. They are objects. So what does it actually matter if you have less money? Or you haven’t? Or you’ve been abused? Or hurt or what ever happened
It doesn’t mean its okay for some to strive more than others.
You keep moving forward to the best of your ability, and you’ll be thankful for the little things that have been presented in your life when you realize that this is all temporary.
If you just see the beautiful things, which one day they’ll be gone, or leave your present life as the way we have perceived them now. Our eyes interpret these images into the names which we have given them. Our mind works with our senses to determine the images and everything else that is laid on a silver plate right beneath us. Which we dismiss. We’re to blind to see what is by labeling even if it still is so beautiful.