From the day we were born, we were fed with stories that stay with us all the time. The stories that create perception. The perception that becomes our new reality.
And with time, we lose so much of touch with the reality, that it seems that the perception to be the new reality.
But doesn’t matter what we feel, at the end reality is reality. Doesn’t matter what it is masked up with, perception is just that. A fake.
To get in touch with reality is not cinematic. And hence we never even think about it.
The hero with perfect character, the perfect shaped heroine, The perfect life, the perfect ending … it’s all just that. A perfect fake.
Life isn’t perfect. And if it is, the world would have been different.
Is there any good with knowing the reality? True, that we live in perception. But is it any good getting out of it?
I don’t know. But still living in perception doesn’t seem right. Living a fake doesn’t feel right.
