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I don’t believe in ghosts, but I do believe in energy. Are they the same thing? Maybe in some weird way, they are. I’m not sure. But every time someone tells me a ghost story, especially the kind where a spirit is supposed to hurt us or haunt someone, I can’t help but think it’s all in their head.

I used to enjoy those kinds of stories, and honestly, maybe they’re true for some people. Maybe some people really do experience that kind of thing. But I’ve never had anything like that happen to me. I’m not one of those people with a sixth sense or special ability to feel things like that. I’ve always been someone who just thinks logically, or at least tries to. And now that I’m older, I feel even more strongly that it’s all in our heads.

Some of those stories even sound like something straight out of a made-up storybook. Like tales made to scare kids into behaving or something passed around to keep people on edge. I used to think, okay, this could be fun to listen to, but now I kind of see through it. It’s entertainment. That’s what it is.

But even though I don’t believe in ghosts, I still love hearing ghost stories. They’re kind of exciting. They give you that little thrill, like watching a scary movie but knowing you’re safe.

One time, a colleague of mine told me about a condo she rented. She said she couldn’t sleep there and eventually had to leave. That kind of story is fun to hear about, but if that ever happened to me, I wouldn’t leave. Like, seriously, why the hell would I move out just because of a ghost? That ghost isn’t even helping me pay for the electricity bill. The fuck?

People can create so much in their own minds. Our minds are more powerful than we give them credit for. And even though I don’t believe in ghosts, I understand that for some people, it feels so real. Their fear is real. Their experience is real. But for me, I just can’t relate. I don’t care about ghosts. Life is already so hard these days with real problems. If a ghost wants to kill me or scare me, so be it. At this point, just do it already. I’m tired.

Also, I’ve been watching a doctor show lately, and it made me think. What if the things people believe are ghosts are actually health issues? Like, what if there’s a tumor in your brain making you see or hear things? Instead of calling a psychic, maybe we should call someone to take us to the doctor. Get a proper health check-up. Rule things out before jumping to the ghost conclusion.

Now let’s go back to what I do believe in. I said earlier that I believe in energy, and I really mean that. If someone tells me a house feels haunted, I won’t think there’s a ghost in there. But I would believe that the energy in that place is messed up. That makes sense to me.

Imagine a house where people lived with constant hate, sadness, pain, or even violence. A place where there’s never been joy or peace. Of course that house would feel heavy and off. It would feel uncomfortable. You walk in and just sense that something’s wrong, even if you don’t know what it is.

It makes sense that people would call it haunted, but I don’t think it’s haunted by ghosts. I think it’s haunted by energy. By memories. By emotion. The house is holding onto all of that bad stuff, and it affects the way it feels.

So maybe I do believe in ghosts a little. Not in the classic ghost with a sheet floating around, but in the idea of a space being full of something left behind. Maybe I believe in the idea of ghosts more than ghosts themselves. But I don’t believe a ghost can hurt you or ruin your life. That part sounds ridiculous to me.

Still, I get it. We all grew up with stories like this. Almost everyone has some kind of ghost story in their life. It’s normal to believe in something when it’s been around you forever.

It’s like with anything in life. If you’re so used to something, it becomes your truth. Just like bad habits. If you’ve done something for so long, it feels right, even if it’s not. But sometimes we have to stop and ask ourselves, is this really good for me? Or am I just used to it and think it’s good when it’s actually not?

Lately, I’ve been changing the way I think about everything. The way I live, the routines I have, the beliefs I’ve held for so long. I’m asking myself more often now, does this really make sense? Or am I just comfortable with it?

But if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that ghosts aren’t real. You can’t convince me otherwise. I’ll listen to your story, I’ll be entertained, but at the end of the day, I don’t believe. And that’s okay. I’m not judging anyone who does. You believe what you believe. I’ll believe what I believe. Maybe one day we’ll think the same. Maybe not.

We can still be friends. We can still have good conversations. You’re allowed to have your thoughts, and I’m allowed to have mine. We don’t have to agree on everything. That’s not the point. The point is that we can live together in the same world, even if we see things differently. And honestly, I don’t see why not.