Ambiguous realities?

There has long been a debate as to what is reality. Is it our mind that comprehends objects, the material and ethereal world or are all the above self existent and our mind simply comprehends and deciphers their symbolic value and their significations into organised perceivable systems of representation?

The answer is partly to be found in ones predispositions, upbringing and perception of the world in accord to their moral individualism as that is formed though their perception of the accepted power of creation.

Henceforth various interpretations may be given yet one condition will always facilitate ones perception of what is to be regarded as real. That is namely what one lives in means of tangible experiences which can hence identifiably be engraved in the portfolio of what one may reminisce as his or her past.

What is the case however when those tangible experiences termed as real are injected with projections of our subconscious? Do they instantly alter their nature into more surreal ones where reality is to be found in ones repressed super-ego?

When factual circumstances come to contradict those ‘real’ experiences, the mind collapses and a discomforting sentiment shades the previously held feeling of splendid certainty. Such a moment is where the rules of action and reaction come to interplay with emotions and possible reason. There is no right way to feel as there is nothing to compare what was previously appreciated as real with the now shattered reflection of it. Having hence smashed the mirror of beauty one tries hastily to find which reflection of oneself within the myriad of small pieces of the one splendid mirror can bear what is left in the bearers eyes. Eyes that usually bear the heavy emotion of uncertainty accompanied by the grey gloom of the world and the thunders taking over the once robust mountain picks.

There are always answers to questions, that is a fact. There is nothing insurmountable. What however may limit us in gaining access to such alleviating instances as the comprehension of those so longed for answers is the limited capacity of human mind which is further disarmed by the ever so sentimentally driven minds. Hence there are answers which are simply hard to comprehend. Time and maybe even further placid moments of those ephemeral yet ‘real’ for as long as they last experiences aid our ever so slow consciousness to comprehend step by step what is real and what is not. As our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, when we can no longer be that person whose mirrors of certainty where shattered, we then, if we are lucky, gain the modus operandi which lends such realisation to the bearer.

For the time being one shall not be deterred and should not remain resting in a secluded alienated journey of self-discovery but should indulge in this fable of occurrences and try to tackle such momentums with dignitary valour and breath in the breeze of wisdom that always compliments such mirror shattering storms.

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