- On Being Unreal...
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action_terry
- June 21st, 2009
Reflecting the world back at the world so as to understand someday in someway why I am here only leaves me as empty as I have been since my father figure died those many decades ago...
Heroes are imagined only in passing to keep some hope that all is not as mundane in task as much as it is all overwhelming in perspective remembering that there are powers at work that I personally have no influence over directly - only to be reassured that most of those powers that be are nothing more than mortals like myself (sorta') though in a position to control the ever moving and changing current of the world affairs...
I may cast a shadow though I am still not really here when nothing but passing moments mean anything - perhaps then the world as I can perceive it is nothing more than a collection of moments... Perhaps I uncontrollably pay too much attention to these abounding many o' moments to ever really be able to make any actual use of them... Or maybe that choice would simply make me too old too quickly like everybody else...
It's not that I don't know anymore as much as I never really knew I suppose...
A person needs people to reassure said existence... I still have a complicated time holding onto such easy proofs... People may say I am real, though if I don't know how to believe them then what does that leave me as being in the end...
I am fully aware of my existence up to this point but it doesn't change anything...
I am surreal when I am manic and unreal when I am calm...
Is there a difference...
Does it really matter...
T.