#(living)

These are some of the questions that I have come across the most while scrolling through shifting posts. It makes a lot of sense too, obviously. Like if you could be ANYWHERE and ANYONE, why would you choose THIS???

To answer that, you have to understand what "Nothingness" means. We all KNOW what nothingness means, but do we UNDERSTAND it? The moment you start defining nothingness, you have already lost its meaning.

Nothingness is empty and has no definition or meaning. Hence, it has the potential to be everything. Everything comes from nothing.

Pure consciousness also comes from nothing. And when you are nothing, that also means you have no experience. To gain experience, you need to become "something" first.

Now let me ask you a simple question. Imagine you have no taste buds and no prior knowledge of food or taste, whatsoever. I present to you two options: pizza and cake. Which one would you say tastes better?

Neither. You don't know. Because you have no idea what pizza or cake is, or how they taste.

Similarly, whether there is a reality where you are an all-powerful omnipresent omniscient almighty GOD, or a reality where you are a tiny little maggot. Both have the same value. Neither is better nor worse than the other.

So when you ask the question, "Why are you (still) here?" YOU are assuming one experience is better than the other, based on your personal evaluations and opinions formed by your experience in this reality. But to consciousness, it doesn't matter.

I have seen so many creators or shifters answer this question personally in their own way. They're bombarded with this question all the time. But whenever someone asks this question of why they are still here in this reality, they're basically judging the other person from a place of superiority. It almost means: You don't know any better, or you are making a wrong choice.

To another person, there could be a million reasons they want to be here. Despite the sufferings, despite the pain or hardships they're facing. This experience matters to them, even if just a tiny bit. You never know.

Your judgment of their reality exists only within yours. And yours is no more real, no more valid, no more significant than theirs. You are not the authority on anyone's existence. You never were.

And yet here you are, asking why someone else is here, as if your perspective, born from the same nothingness, somehow holds more weight than theirs.