21 October 2011
At what point should reality set in? Now, I'm not admitting to some existential crisis or trying to start some deep discussion, but sometimes things just don't feel real. You go about your day, something happens, you don't really experience it. Did that just happen? No, it couldn't have. It could be as easy as seeing a man run by in a chicken suit. There is that moment where your not sure if you were briefly lost in your own mind or if a man legitimately just ran by looking like poultry. Moments like these beg the answer to, forgive the admitted tumblr reference, what is reality? Reality is defined as 'the state of being real.' If we can't acknowledge reality, where are we? What are we? Surely reality exists even if we can't or won't admit it. Surely, despite your hesitation to believe it, that man did actually run by in that chicken suit. We cannot decide what is reality. Or can we? Can we convince our subconscious of things so much so that we can distort our own reality? Do we even have our own reality? One question after another, I know, but sometimes things happen and they don't feel real. That can't be real. I tell myself they aren't or that I will adjust to them, but I'm not certain that I can. Uncertainty plagues the subconscious that I try to distort and I'm left not knowing what to believe. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe reality should constantly be in question. Maybe it's our job to keep it in check. Our job to decide what is real and what is not without the rules of definition or existence. If we continue to question all that is real, the world will always be a bit of a mystery. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe.
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