The reason I created this blog was to have a place where I can express my own views on every thing, where any one who might care can see through my eyes, so that they may see or at least glimpse the way I look at things, a little glimpse into my existence, my life my mind I suppose. I think this post is at least slightly related to just that.
Recently, I have been reminded just how different life can be through another persons eyes and another persons mind set. Sometimes, for example a friendship to you may be something very different to someone else. The way we look at anything and every thing is so different, every body thinks differently.
I think one of the main reasons for the way people think is what we experience in life, apart from just the way our neurons work or what ever, actual life experiences will always change the way someone views something. I suppose that is pretty obvious isn't it? but it's an important point.
We live, we feel, see, hear and touch so that we may compute what is going on, so that we may compute "reality." But really my friends, what is reality? Do we not live our lives unaware of so much that happens in "reality," how to us in specific, that which is happening is not a reality but just a piece of news?
Somewhere in the world, a young orphan breathes his last breath the same moment you are reading this sentence. Is that a reality? What is it to you but just a thought, an abstract idea, a creation of your mind, an image of a dying child, fair haired, covered in soot and dust laying on a street pavement, his last sight the very stone that so many have stepped on?
But what is it to that orphan? To him, this abstract idea of yours, it's something that he actually touches, something he feels, smells and hears. He can sense his death is coming, he can feel that his time has come, he can sense his own fear, a feeling of anxiety building up inside of him, unsure of what will happen now.
Take your hand off the mouse and touch your nose, do you feel your smooth human skin? Is that a reality? What is that to the orphan? He simply dreams of it, of being able to sit in a well heated room at a technological piece of marvel reading a cool guys' blog. To him, your reality, is an abstract idea, a creation of his mind.
Earlier today, maybe one of your good friends came up to and started telling you a story, of an event that you did not witness. You stand there and listen, try to create an image in your mind of what happened to this friend of yours. But what is it to your friend? A very real memory, an exact recreation of every small detail, the experience of feeling and touching and smelling and hearing in those moments that this event happened. The same thing that to you is nothing but an abstract thought, is to your friend something entirely different.
Think about our beautiful planet, imagine it to have a personality, a mind of its own. Everything happening to it or anything near by our planet would experience. But what would that which happens at the Eagle nebula, some 7'000 light years away be to our planet but just an abstract thought?
This is really why we miss so much in our social lives, where somethings which may mean so much to us mean nothing to our friends.
It feels to me, like reality is anything and everything that happens to anything and everything. A lion in Africa stalking his prey is just as real as me on this computer typing a blog post.
How ever, the difference is really in our perspective of reality. Everyone has a different perspective, a different "reality" to their minds so to speak. It's a difficult concept to grasp and put into words, but in a way, my reality is so very different from yours, dear reader.
We live our lives with a little "bubble" around us, everything that happens in our "bubble", is everything that we experience. To us, that forms the reality of our minds. Often times, our bubble of reality may touch that of a friends or family or anything and we may get a glimpse into their reality. An example of this would be you reading my blog, you are getting a glimpse into the reality of my mind.
And this is where the earlier concept comes back to mind, our own "reality" is so distorted because of how different every human being looks at everything. We think so differently that everything appears differently, at this point one must question what really is reality?
What we perceive, is it really reality? There is reality, and that is the scientific fact of everything happening. And then there is what we call reality, which is what we perceive.
We all see from our own eyes and feel from our own senses. We live a life and see many things, we fool our selves into calling this reality.
But in reality, it's almost like we're all living our own personal little fantasy, isn't it?
A very interesting thinking style. It's very unique. Just like how humans are unique. Just like animals. Just like planets or atoms or guitars. We are living in our own personal little fantasy. And what we perceive, due to how and where we were brought up and the environment that surrounds us, creates that "reality." But reality cannot be generalized, can it? Reality is like beauty, it is in the eye of the beholder. We are all very different, yet we are all the same.
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