Do you ever wonder how different the world is from the way you see it in your head? How big is the discrepancy between your understanding of yourself, and the way strangers or friends see you? Perhaps there is one solid world that everyone else understands and I’m the only one who thinks it’s different; after all, people always tell me so. Or perhaps there is no world at all, only billions and billions of separate realities that somehow coexist.
This entry is part of an effort to put more of my confused thoughts into words. Usually I don’t post things until I have answers, but maybe I should get more accustomed to articulating my questions. This is after reading Lydia Minotoya’s book — if I ever hope to write something meaningful, maybe I should get more practice writing about life’s mysteries… at least as I see them.
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]
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Hey! You wrote this on my birthday all those years ago! 😀