Diary entries and thoughts about consciousness.
Often times I find myself writing down my thoughts that feel too grand to be kept away in my notes app.
Therein, I become increasingly hungry to share my ideas no matter how ridiculous or mad they seem
Half of the time, I'll look back at my notes and think "What the hell was I thinking?", but I think that's the beauty of it. My mind is constantly changing.
My beliefs are constantly changing, even the ones I thought were the "core" of me. To have no identity is to be free.
