Persistent illusions…

The sun sets on another day…

Ice.

It was everywhere but it was also sunny, and beautiful, and vibrant, and amazing outside today. Yes, and it was cold. These are mostly matters of fact, things that can be confirmed, strong opinions. It was cold, it was bright, it was sunny. Reality states that those things are true. There is the other side, beauty, vibrancy, amazement, those are things that are not confirm able or matters of opinion.

So what is real and what is an illusion?

It is an interesting question. You can hold someones hand and feel their warmth, but is there love? How can you determine if that love is returned? Words?

As I sat looking at the ice through the screen on the drone I wondered if the love of fishing was real, it must be as the men and women fishing were on a sheet of ice over ice cold water, and enjoying themselves. All of the other thoughts rushed in, and I thought about the reality we all feel every day, and considered how much was real, and how much persistent illusion.

To me, and this is opinion, there is a line out there that moves all over the board, and that line defines how we see the world. Someone does something for us, and we feel differently than when they pass us by. We are happy, the world seems beautiful. If we are sad, perhaps not so much. Maybe we define our lines and maybe, just maybe, we are the creators and keepers of our own realities and our own illusions. Maybe the amazing miracle is how we see things day to day and create the illusions we need to survive. (Maybe)

What are your persistent illusions? Do you have any? Is it the work you do daily? The hobbies you have? The ideas of right and wrong? Is that person you are with the right one, or the wrong one truly or by illusion? How can you know? All I can suggest is to look at the real and unreal and make a good choice. Have a good understanding of who you are, and determine what is real for you.

So as the sun sets on another day, wow. There is always a lot going on. Maybe some illusions are so persistent they are real, or maybe we just need them to be. In the end, your life is yours, and your choices, good and bad, can only be accounted to you. Make good choices, wait, strike that, make great choices, and win over the world, no matter what…

Sleep sweet, stay warm, and love to the moon and back…

 

 

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