"What we call reality is an agreement people have arrived at to make life more livable." - Louise Nevelson
So what is reality anyways?
For someone like me who spends most of her time either re-hashing the past, or dreaming of the future, or wondering why things happened the way they did, instead of being present, and accepting that it is just the way it is; reality for me is the small glimpse I get into myself, my center when I sit still. That is when I experience all of the Universe in myself, where the spirits of everything dance together as one, where the swirling light of my spirit burns bright.
My external world, my body, home, car, relationships, personality, desires, work, identity are really nothing, they will dissolve into nothing or simply be left behind when I die and when my spirit leaves this vessel I call a human body. Everything external is not mine to own, I use them, rent them, so why do I spend so much time, and energy getting attached to them, fight for them, get worried about them?
So the final question for me is, is my reality internal or external, or is it a combination of both?
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