I stopped believing in a physical world. I found the idea too limiting and too likely to induce anxiety. Superficially, not much has changed, but below the surface life vastly improved.
For a long time I believed I was witnessing the gritty reality of a dour world. Yet it was only my own twisted perspective. There’s data and there’s my interpretation of that data.
The world wasn’t what I thought it was. Forms aren’t so sharply defined. The data can be interpreted in wildly different ways — this means the world is forever formless.
And by this malleability I construct the world of my dreams. I envision the life I want to live. What good is a world that frightens and frustrates? Dismiss such darkness and embrace delight.