I often wonder about reality. About my own reality and about how others perceive reality. I guess I’ll only ever know my own. It’s funny how I think reality is or how it’s made into being. We externalise everything but everything for each individual one of us is solely internal. What we touch, taste, feel, hear and smell are all processed internally. All of our senses are ‘in our heads’. Our reality is in our heads too. Maybe there really is no external. No outside. It’s said that our lives are a form of suffering. Maybe it’s down to our own reality and how we punish ourselves. Maybe we can and should bless ourselves and our lives. Life is a gift. I’m not sure where from but a gift nonetheless. Thinking differently about things or having a different view of reality is also a gift. I guess it can be seen as a curse by some too. If we look at it from a perspective of Western thinking then it’s seen as illness but from other perspectives it’s seen as a blessing. Shaman are different. Their thinking or their reality could be taken as wrong or from mental health issues. Maybe it’s time we looked at things from a different perspective instead of saying it’s an illness. Maybe there’s something deeper down that’s a cause or even a cure, not that I personaly feel I need to be ‘cured’ of anything. Lots to ponder on. As always. Such is life.
