The reality of reality.

The reality about reality is that it is.  No matter what, actual reality is.  When we create an image of a desired reality, we run the risk of shielding our vision with a poisonous veil.  Sometimes those images begin authentically, growing from a seed planted within honesty, but the combination of time and over-analysis, manipulation and excuses can cause the creation of an alternate reality that is mistaken for what actually is. 

This is done more often than we may realize, seeing as we—sometimes unknowingly, other times completely consciously—convince ourselves of and live by the understanding of our own truths.  When this is done, the chance of missing the beautiful opportunities reality presents us with increases; we move right on by the things, places, people, situations and environments that may not be “ideal” by our own standards without even looking because we’ve persuaded ourselves that what we think we know to be right, is. 

But it’s not always.  Because it’s not reality. 

It’s an idea.  It’s an image.  It’s a wish.  It’s a desire. 

It’s a defense against all that doesn’t fit into the bounds of our images.

It’s an alternative route to the one that is ultimately unavoidable, whether we want to take it or no, the one with the challenges, with the questions, with fear, with uncertainty.  But it’s that road which always leads directly to a place of peace and understanding.  Out of all of the elements of reality, these seem to be the ones that we make an effort to steer clear of, yet these are the areas from which we will learn and experience so much growth.  We can’t achieve knowledge without having questions first.  We can’t grow unless we allow our hearts to be humbled; human pride doesn’t agree much with the idea of humility. 

It’s nearly impossible to completely suppress these utopian mentalities, so it’s not necessarily their development that becomes detrimental as much as the lack of differentiation between real and non-real that we lead ourselves to mesh into one.  It’s not the image of the desired reality that proves to be harmful, but the act of hanging onto its fraying threads, progressing slowly while actual reality is going headstrong into the future, ready to take us places, physically and mentally, that we wouldn’t be able to find by way of intangibles. 

Why go through our days barely keeping a grip on what really isn’t when we can live in a true, plentiful, eye opening, fulfilling reality where everything really is?