Reality

When we as human beings sleep, we dream, and in these dreams we become who we truly are. In our dreams, our wildest fantasies become reality and our darkest secrets become plastered on every billboard on the road that leads to nowhere. But why is it that we need these slips from reality to express what we truly desire? Why do we need the fear of our dreams and the pleasure of our secret lives to understand reality?

Because reality is not real. Reality is just a simple span of time in the universe set aside for you. Reality for you is not reality for someone else, it’s not reality for your brother, your sister, your friend. Reality is relative. They say, “That’s reality,” but it actually isn’t because when one person says something is reality, that is not the same reality another is experiencing in the same moment. When I say, “That car is silver,” and you say, “No, that car is champagne,” we both see the same car but we are not perceiving the same reality. And when we say something is something like a car is a car, we are only calling it what it has been called to us, so does that make it a car? Is the fact that language permits its name to be “Car” make it so? Or is it still a hunk of metal, aerodynamically jumbled together to create a device to transport us from A to B?

Why do we say that all we want is true reality when reality is not real? Reality is what you make it to be. Reality is boring if you find it that way. It is exciting or sad or funny or pointless or futile or depressing or crazy or black if you want it to be that way. Nothing anyone says makes reality what it is. No one can tell you that the world is a square unless you believe it to be. No one can say that what you read is not paper unless you have dubbed it so. You are the creator of your universe, your mind the painter of your existence. But then you have to wonder how a God who wanted to create something beautiful would make those that live there create their own reality. Did God create the world believing this? Are we wrong? Is all reality the same? Are all people existing in the same reality taking part in one another’s taking pieces parts of the same puzzle until finally two people’s puzzles meet in a cascade of events that only God would have been able to predict? Why do we wonder these things if God is overall in charge of reality in the first place? If he had wanted us to agree with one reality, why would he have led us to think these things in the first place?

Time and time again, we wonder if our world is real. It is because we make it so because God made it so because God is the creator of the true reality and the minds that create the individual realities.

This leads me to believe that there is a reality that we create for ourselves that is not the reality that God created but our reflection of that true reality. Everyone has a different reflection that changes and morphs and in the end we create for ourselves a similar yet different view of the universe around us that is still in common with the true reality that God created in the beginning. We have created for ourselves what we want the world to be but God has created for us the world he wanted us to want to create for ourselves to be a world of our own.