Being in Doubt happens when one lease expects it.
Realizing that I don’t know anything. I wonder what there is to Doubt. Lately, I have been bombarded with doubt about my place in this reality. To the point of wondering, why am I even here? Do I even have the right to write about what I thought I knew? Why do anything at all? It doesn’t seem to matter.
Is there a plan? Is there a need for a plan? What is the plan? Am I even ready for the plan?
To many doubts for Google. I have to remove some ######. Sow every time you SEE this ##### just add the word Doubt. Sometimes I ##### Google is worth it. Just another Data slug.
Really wish I could edit
I do enjoy the feeling of being in doubt.. it’s hard to articulate. A tainted kind of love is hate relationship I have with the void. I think when u can’t inheret purpose or belief u should remember meaning is always assigned else matter is just being pushed and pulled arbitrariy by cause and effect and purpose is only shallow and relative to one’s own goals and the sentiment they assign. When u doubt there is even such thing as up or down, in or out take advantage of that and be again like a child and make believe (within reason)
Wish I could edit my comment.. I meant matter is in fact floating around for no reason except according to ur own goals. There is nothing u simply must do. U must in order to cause an effect and that simply acknowledgement of rules but if u don’t care than must u do anything but let things happen. It’s only that u must cause an effect in order to appease your own desire
The shoulin monks say doubt is nothing but a hindrance to the enjoyment of life but I think doubt is an important part of having good epistemology so ur not believing something problematic