rukleethedragon:

There’s things we just don’t understand, like as a species. We don’t really get how sentience works, even though we can practically define it. We don’t know what happens when we die, even though we’ve spent lifetimes studying how one might stumble upon death.

It’s not that I have an inflated sense of self-worth, it’s not that I’m “blinded by my own hubris,” and it’s not even that I think there’s some grand plan or design in the works. It’s simply that there are things we cannot fathom. Why do I like certain colors or smells? What makes a cat person, versus a dog person? Why do some people seek out danger, while others develop irrational phobias? It’s honestly a little prideful to think that we could ever comprehend everything that happens on this bitch of an Earth, let alone think that we have even a fraction of the answers now.

There is something different inside me, something which has made me different than any of you. You all have something inside you that makes you different from me. Is it a soul? A glitch? A defect? Just one thought or one experience can so greatly affect our personal trajectories.

Perhaps it is the particular supersonic vibration of my own soul which draws me to swamps, to the sound of a certain chord progression, to the taste of mint, the smell of wet sand, the feel of a smooth river rock or a particular mug in my hands. Maybe it’s just that I was always supposed to like those things. Maybe I chose them when I was teeny tiny.

I guess I’m just wondering how crazy it actually is to identify and give name to these feelings we all have. Maybe we’re all wrong– maybe there’s some other reason we feel this way. But I think it’s unlikely that so many of us would feel so strongly for so long with absolutely no reason.