What is real, and does it really matter?

There are two ways I view this question, which is more relevant than you might realize. And if you don’t believe me, think of your last paper cut — you were never more aware of that finger. When it happened, did you ask yourself whether the pain is meaningful? Surely it is; not all blood clots. But outside your focus in that context, is it truly real?

On one hand, what I can see or hear must exist somewhere; even if in my mind and the perception is shared, at least it’s real to me. Yet all that changes if I choose to detach myself and consider the message behind the things I perceive. Removal from the flow causes many problems.

My treatment here is superficial, but it’s a deep question without an answer. Analogies can be plugged in or derived at will, which is why thinking about it is a waste of time. Whether I have an opinion of pain or its absence, or any thing really, the universe doesn’t care.

I try to stay aware of this, but my mind still tricks me into believing its thoughts need attention. Although I’m unsure why, I still plan even though nothing is certain.

So, I’m not just being facetious here. Consider this my personal metaphor as I continue thinking about whether thinking has any value.