When we see something,
how do we know
if it is real,
or do we just
see it
only
because we wish
so much
to believe?
There is a stop light in a small town that I drive through. (It hasn't recently been an arrival point, just an in-between place, a place that exists in my world for gas and late night hits of caffeine). The green-means-go light consists of a greenish-blue light and a greenish light. Well, to me it does. To you it could be two lights of different shades or they may even be the same shade. I will never know unless you tell. The world is such as this to me.
The world is all about perception and how different I may see things because of how I grew up, what I believe in, how my personality, even how my brain works. There is one thing I do know for sure. This phenomenal evidence that prevails in my mind on the sole reason that the world is about people just being people. People just want to be adored, cherished, love and be loved. The world is about people who just want to simply exist in this crazy dimension of what we call "Life".
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