My World

Everything was there when I was born, but I did not know of its existence until I gave it a name. Gradually things came to be. The Mother and the Father. Food, Water, and Sleep. Yes, and No. Fortunately, the names for things were presented to me. They came in the form of sounds. Every object had a sound. Everything had a sound. Even sounds had sounds! Without sound, what would I call these things? Would they each have a shape to go with them?

With every new name, the world grew, becoming colorful, and beautiful. I created such a massive amount of detail, that no matter how many pages you wrote, a book could never describe what I was experiencing. I created, the feeling of water running through my hands. I created wind, and I would watch it tumble and push the leaves across the ground. I even created the taste of garlic and butter.

Then I created Love, and the shit hit the fan.

Hate, Pain, Sadness, and Fear, all tore their way out of love, like animals clawing their way out of a bag. They plagued my life, and the lives of others around me, causing discontent and worry. It hurt, but it also added depth to my life. The pain and sadness brought with it wisdom and a deeper understanding of the world. The hate and fear grounded my reality, bringing me back into the moment. As I grew up I strove to understand my creations, and with every bit of knowledge gained, the universe grew that much bigger. My world became what I perceived it to be.

With each day that passes I continue to create my world. It exists as much in my memories and imagination, as it does in real life. I am still quite young, so the world I have created is tiny. But I strive to expand it through an eclectic array of knowledge and experiences. There is no day of rest, and there never will be. I will continue to create my world until I die, and as far as I know my world will die with me.