Confessions of a Thought-Based Lifeform
It’s not sci-fi. It’s your everyday reality.
Somewhere along the way, someone told me I was a carbon-based lifeform.
Which... fair enough. I’ve got bones, skin, coffee habits. I take up space. I bump into furniture. Science checks out.
But lately, I’ve been wondering if that’s only half the truth.
Because when I look at what actually makes up my experience of life—moment to moment—it’s not carbon that dominates the landscape. It’s thought.
Not just random passing ideas, but the whole immersive movie of reality as I know it.
Consider the Evidence:
I’ve never actually experienced the world “out there.”
Only my thoughts about it.
The rude email? Thought.
The sinking feeling afterward? Also thought.
The conversation I had three times in my head while washing dishes? Thought.
(And honestly, I still didn’t win.)
My sense of who I am? Thought.
My mood on a rainy day? Thought.
That thing I’m still slightly embarrassed about from 2013? Thought. Thought. Thought.
A Working Theory:
What if we’re not just carbon-based lifeforms
but thought-based lifeforms?
Thought might not show up on a PET scan,
but it shows up in how we see, feel, and move through the world.
It creates our inner weather.
Shapes our sense of self.
Builds invisible cages—or opens doors.
And here’s the wild part:
It’s all being made up on the fly.
Fresh. Every moment.
Like Carbon, But Weirder:
You don’t control it.
You don’t choose it.
You don’t even notice it—until you do.
And then you realize:
“Whoa. I’ve been living in the feeling of my thinking, not the facts of the world.”
Suddenly, things soften.
You stop taking your moods so personally.
You stop needing everyone to behave for you to feel okay.
You stop mistaking the mental movie for the full story.
You don’t disappear—you just get a little lighter.
A little freer.
Like… “Ohhh. That’s just thought. Doing what thought does.”
So Yes.
I’m still technically carbon-based.
I still stub my toe and pay my taxes and occasionally overcook the chicken on the grill.
But more than anything?
I’m living in thought.
Swimming in it.
Made of it.
And when I remember that, I can laugh at the mess I made up—
and love it, too.
So… What part of your day today was real, and what part was just a really convincing brain movie?