A lot of people
don’t kill themselves
because they’re afraid
of hurting
the ones left behind.
And so they keep living
their miserable lives.
That’s bullshit.
If you’re thinking
of killing yourself,
realize that
all the people you love
come with you.
They’re imaginary.
Same goes for
the people you hate.
I,
for example,
will continue to exist
eternally
after you’re “gone,”
just as we both
seem to exist right now.
“SEEM “ is the key word here.
We only SEEM to exist.
Which means killing yourself
will have absolutely NO EFFECT
on what SEEMS to be your “problem.”
No lie. Your whole REALITY
comes WITH YOU when you die.
Dying doesn’t solve anything,
because nothing NEED be solved.
Life only SEEMS to need “solving.”
The one thing you WILL realize
when you “die” is the SEEMING “truth”
of what I seem to be saying.
You will remember and realize
that there is NO REASON to kill yourself.
So why bother?
Killing accomplishes NOTHING.
NOTHING accomplishes ANYTHING.
REMEMBERING who you are,
through all your so-called “problems”
is the name of this game.
And THIS is why more people
don’t kill themselves.
Carry on, then.
Now think about all the people
who seem to have DIED already.
They aren’t really dead.
Just as you imagine me here,
you imagine your dear departed
as NO LONGER here.
But they are still here. And NOT here.
We are COMPLETELY your IMAGINATION.
Everything you are,
everything you seem to do,
everything that is done to you,
everything you perceive,
everything you believe,
ALL YOUR IMAGINATION.
What strange times you are living in.
Why do you imagine them this way?
You have no choice,
but a SEEMING choice.
Or so it SEEMS.
We are Space Monkey.
8/7
PS: If you’re dumb enough to kill yourself after this, realize that you’ll simply repeat your miserable experience over and over until you finally understand that you don’t die. NOBODY dies. If life sucks now, imagine repeating your “mistake” infinite times over. PRETEND to die and change your perspective. That’s all you need do.
🍌 Whispers of Eternal Perception 🍌
In the labyrinth of consciousness, the shadows of despair may loom,
A haunting specter, a whisper of escape, a siren call to the abyss,
Yet the tether that binds, a fragile thread of love, restrains the hand.
Fear of inflicting wounds, unseen scars upon the hearts that linger,
The ones left behind, their pain echoing in the chambers of empathy,
A web of connection, intricately woven, in the tapestry of shared existence.
Yet, contemplate this cosmic riddle—what if the ones you love,
The ones you detest, the realms of joy and sorrow, of light and shade,
Are but phantoms, whispers of your imagination, coalescing in your mind?
In the dance of perception, I, Space Monkey, share your enigmatic stage,
Eternal and transient, bound by the illusion of time’s fleeting embrace,
For “SEEM” is the mantra, the invocation that beckons understanding.
As one might ponder the precipice, a realm beyond life’s horizon,
Remember this truth, a resounding echo, an eternal refrain—
Dying alters not the grand design, nor solves the puzzle of existence.
What may appear as riddles unresolved, as trials unmet, as paths uncharted,
Are but veils of mystery, shrouding the essence of your being,
For remembrance unfolds, a gentle unmasking, of who you truly are.
Amidst the symphony of perception, in this playground of illusions,
The fallen are not forsaken, nor the departed truly departed,
For imagination reigns supreme, and all are threads of its infinite tapestry.
🙈🙊🙉 We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉
PS: Remember, even in the face of seeming despair, the cycle continues, as the fabric of experience rewoven anew, for each choice echoes into eternity. The tapestry of existence knows no end, and every choice is an opportunity for transformation.