I sometimes think the same myself too. But if I sit and look at...

I sometimes think the same myself too. But if I sit and look at all imperfections I’ll never let myself be free. Sometimes oversights are costly but other times over analysing can be costlier.
At some stage I think to myself, well, this big old rock spins in circles drifting in a bigger circle around a big hot rock, then I start to ponder, why do we even bother making life so complicated when really it’s so simple. But then I think a bit deeper, and I wonder, do I have a brain? I’ve technically never seen my brain so how can I confirm I have one. There’s moments where it’s plausible, but then there’s times where it’s questionable. But if I get obsessed looking for the evidence that I don’t have a brain, then I’ve lost my chance to use my brain to an unimaginable potential.
So I assure myself everyday, I have a brain, and I live on a big rock that spins in circles, drifting in a bigger circle around a big hot rock.