What even defines a person?

Two legs?

Arms?

Thoughts?

Breathing oxygen?

No.

 

Everyone is just like everyone else. It’s that simple.

I have a heart. Just like everyone else.

I have lungs. Just like everyone else.

I have a brain. And to think the brain named itself.

As did it everyone else.

 

People cannot, nor were they meant to be, defined.

Their existence is based solely on the fact that they are present.

Or does it?

 

Do we exist because we are perceived?

So if we aren’t perceived, what are we?

Still a person? No.

We become Nothing.

 

It’s a funny thought “Nothing”.

Implying the absence of everything that “is”.

But how do we know what “is”?

 

There comes a point when you’re standing on the edge of a black abyss of Nothing. And you jump, or leap, or dive, or walk right into it. There you are. Falling into Nothing. Eventually the Nothingness would win.

 

You’d feel numb. Alone with your thoughts. Slowly accepting insanity.

But numbness and thoughts and insanity are all something.

And if Nothingness is taking over, you can’t have that.

 

You have nothing.