what is your reality?
are we not just physical entities ebbing and flowing between earthly matter. drifting. we roam and scour the planet searching for meaning, the possession of a stable state of being, of happiness. living in a constant state of negotiation, who are we to know what constitutes reality when really, what we live in is an amalgamation of an infinity of realities?
that said, who are we to ever, ever dream about assuming anything about the other? i will never come close enough to grasp what reality is for anyone else. but that’s the least we could do- understanding just how uniquely different every single soul in this universe is and never expecting the other to be any less of who they are.
there’s just too much i don’t understand and some days these questions get too much to bear, arresting my ability to function beyond my bubble.