The word reality gets thrown around a lot, and I have to admit that I’ve started to bristle upon hearing it. I’ve always been creative and as someone who writes fiction and poetry in addition to what I write here as well as being a visual artist…reality is often quite literally a figment of my imagination. Reality being a figment of the imagination isn’t only true for creative people. It’s true for all of us to one degree or another.
What is true for you isn’t always my truth and vice versa. This is one of the things about life that I appreciate more with the passage of time. There have been times in which I’ve been persuaded to another point of view by being willing to at least hear someone out with an open mind. Other times, I walk away feeling and believing exactly as I did before but usually have enjoyed hearing what the other party had to say.
There are people out there who seem to want to argue or at least heatedly debate about every little thing under the sun. For some reason they need others to agree with with them. For the most part, it doesn’t matter to me if someone agrees with me. That doesn’t mean that I do not care or that I have no value for my beliefs. It’s just that I am perfectly fine with someone else thinking differently than I do. Of course there are things which I would never agree with…mainly things which cause harm. For the most part, I still don’t engage in argument because let’s face it…someone who thinks that it’s alright to hurt someone else usually can’t be reasoned with.
This doesn’t mean that I am little miss level headed. I’ll be the first to admit that I can have a foul temper at times. That I’m often mistaken. That I’m far from perfect. It’s just that I have come to understand that reality, just like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Isn’t life grand?