Listen, I’ve always been super into the idea that we have souls, you know?
But lately I’ve been spiraling on this one thought, like:
“If we’re totally in love with our soul, but it’s not actually chilling inside this body… then why are we out here worried about finding some ‘authentic self’ when there might not even be a fixed self to authenticate?”
After that hits, my brain just starts questioning everything, ‘cause I get so bored looping on the same old ideas.
It’s kinda ironic—my real ghost is just these outdated thoughts hanging around.
This isn’t nihilism… It’s not that deep-dark void stuff.
It’s more like what happens when metaphysics gets exhausted from its own BS—like running laps on eternal questions until you’re gasping, then staring at the treadmill like “what the hell was this for?”.. so you start wondering why it even signed up for the gym.
But hold up, I never flat-out said “there is no self.”
I said “IF there’s no ‘self’ to authenticate” 🧐
Then my mind takes the next turn: What happens if the soul lives outside?
Here’s the big flip:
“We don’t authenticate an object—we authenticate a signal.”
Well, well… and no, I haven’t had a single drink, just coffee 🤓
So am I saying authenticity is dead?
Chill, no.
Am I saying there’s no way to be real anymore?
Absolutely not.
The whole paradox just shifts into this:
It’s about minimizing distortion while the signal is passing through.
Meaning, you’re not worrying over betraying some “self,” you’re worrying from lack of clarity.. that’s it!!
But when getting clear costs too much energy, your whole system just nopes out—that’s where the boredom come from.
Look, I’m overthinking.. so I’m straight-up haunted by concepts that have seriously unpacked all my old ideas a million times, felt totally alive when I finally accepted there are no absolute truths anymore…
So now the big question is:
Does authenticity even still make sense as some kind of moral must-do?
I think the soul is this abstract energy we carry around us—not inside.
After all this, it’s with us, but it can also dip out whenever it wants, no permission needed.
Honestly, once you see it that way, so much clicks… but yeah, you don’t sleep quite the same after.
So… where does that leave the “self”?
Classic authenticity is built on this idea of a core self that stays consistent over time—the thing we’re scared to face in the dark, the thing we either honor or betray.
But if the soul isn’t inside, isn’t pinned down anywhere… then that whole “be loyal to your true self” thing just doesn’t add up anymore.
I’m not against clichés or absolute truths, I’m just not buying them—not even my own thoughts sometimes.
I’d rather stick to logic and facts.
So I don’t believe you have to “be true to who you are”, “stay true to your inner self” or “be yourself” anymore.
Now I think it’s about:
Minimizing distortion while the signal is flowing through—unless you really don’t care.
For me, this isn’t the death of authenticity.
It’s the end of identity-based authenticity.
It gets replaced with signal-based integrity.
Be aligned with your ethics—be real with your own signal… no one drives the car, literally.
And yeah, that’s a whole different way to live in this playground we call world, my dear reader.
I know you’re sitting there wondering:
“Okay, but how do I even tap into that signal?”
It connects to you when you’re actually aware of what’s going on with you in that exact moment—that’s when it connects, that’s when it adds to you.
That’s why some people walk around feeling so empty… and why so many just don’t give a damn about what they’re doing with their lives.
I used to think souls had ages..
Now? I’m like, I don’t know the final answer to anything…
I mean, souls aging… feels like another one of those myths, doesn’t it?
Like giving a year to something that isn’t in time.
If the signal or soul whatever you wanna call it.. it is external, timeless, then age is just the speed of your tape deck.
Time’s only relevant if you’re trying to store things. If you’re just playing, it doesn’t matter how many times the tape’s been rewound.
You’re not aging the music. You’re aging the cassette. And once you realize you are the cassette… the music just keeps spinning.
Just… well, the signal is not inside, it’s playing through.
You don’t even need anything special to be.. well, to exist. And the scarier truth? No one’s watching for authenticity. They’re too busy performing to notice.
But if you stop? If you just drop the mask, strip the stage—there isn’t even silence.
There’s just signal. And that’s louder than any spotlight.
There’s no more:
“oh no, I betrayed myself” meltdown.
Now it’s just like:
‘Eh, I didn’t like that shit I was messing around with out there, now I actually care about what I’m doing’…
Bad reception? Let me adjust the dial.
End of the story.
Bye now! 💋
