ALL OF LIFE BOILS DOWN TO THE STORIES WE TELL OURSELVES.

Memories of the past. Expectations for the future. Dreams experienced. Criticisms internalized. Rumors whispered. History written. Folklore retold. That anecdote you said at the party. Et cetera.

Everything is a story.

And now, the story we’re all looking for is the facts.

But in 2025, do you really still believe in the facts? Is there truly an objective reality out there?

If our emotions filter all our experiences and warp every single story we tell ourselves in one way or another, who is even capable of objectivity? Who is worthy of peddling it?

Certainly not a machine (especially one programmed by an emotionally-deprived man-child).

I guess the closest thing to an objective truth is a story that we can all agree upon.

However, no one seems to agree upon anything.

Maybe objectivity is the average of everyone’s subjective point-of-view. But how do you calculate that? Is that why everyone’s so obsessed with the free market?

Or maybe the truth is something deeper than fact and logic. Maybe it’s more real than a statistic or visual proof. Maybe it’s a guttural, primordial instinct inherent in all human beings, present even within the atoms of our nervous systems, a subtle-yet-powerful feeling we suppress to make post-modern living more palatable.

...though I don’t know how palatable anyone seems to have it.

At the end of the day, it all begs the question, now more than ever before:

What stories are you telling yourself, Praveen?

- God