Wandering Mind

To live a dream. To exist in the imagination. To be your own fantasy. Are illusions different from reality? Is it simply a shift in perception? Is pain real? Is happiness a fantasy? Why do we see the mundane, the painful, the suffering as real yet love, passion, and happily ever after is just a dream. Why can’t we fly? Because you don’t believe or because I don’t believe or maybe we just don’t recognize that we already are. And when people do, we often call them ridiculous, foolish, or lost. Fantastic can mean extraordinary, wonderful or absurd, preposterous. Is it not, then, just a shift in our perceptions as to what is fantastic. And if you believe you can fly a millimeter off the ground or for half a second why can’t you take it higher, take it longer? Because who said so? Someone shaped their world to their beliefs as you are allowed to shape your world to your own. If you choose to exclusively follow someone else you limit yourself to their beliefs. How is your fantasy less true than anyone else’s reality? It is often said we are fooling ourselves to believe in happy endings, to see the good in people... So is it better to look for the worst, live in fear?

We are limited not only by what we can conceive but also what we believe.