We create our own reality, we are capable of planting seeds of ideas that may lead us to our death; that may change our entire lives; that may give us the chance to break free from the throes of despair and meaninglessness. The opposite also applies. But…what is reality?? Mine? Yours? Is it collective? We only see what our eyes want to see; our memories are selective; others may cause us to feel things, do things, believe in things…etc. It's a vicious circle, for not only do we plant the seeds, but also we could be the land that others can, and by all means do, take advantage of to instill and cultivate concepts and notions that are powerful enough to either build us up or bring us down. Ideas are contagious; once we are convinced with a notion, or a philosophy, we tend to spread it out consciously or unconsciously. Ideas expand till they become the lens through which we see others, ourselves, events, philosophies, politics…etc. Interestingly, despite the fact that realities differ from one person to another, from one society to another, and so on, they share similarities. Ironically, as people, we sometimes fail to recognize them, and we even rule them out at others. As people, we are incapable of bearing the burden of all those realities and prefer to go back to square one: our own. Then, we try to impose it upon others, thinking it is the best version of the truth. Imagine all people doing this either implicitly or explicitly- all the time. The result is constant clashes of ideas and realities. Some may give in, others can, and surely have the right to, resist. Some try to reach a compromise; sometimes they fail, sometimes they succeed. The process of planting could be so easy, but it could also be very complex. A compromise in that case, isn't the solution; abandoning others is not a solution either. Life keeps on testing us, people and events cast doubts upon our own version of reality and ourselves. Confusion is natural; the shore where all questions are answered and all doubts are resolved is difficult to find, not to mention imagine. It is possible that we are left to wander and wonder in order to make something out of our lives, eventually-hopefully.
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