A Contemplative Essay: What is Reality?

I’m not going to pretend to know what reality is, but I know what I think it is, and what I think it should be. Reality should be what each and every one of us wants it to be. There should be no duplicate realities, just like there are no two snowflakes the same. What my reality is should never be the same as what your reality is. For each person has different, albeit special, beliefs. And these beliefs should be what, over the years, shape our reality to what it is. Not what somebody else says is going on, not what everyone else is doing, but what our heart says is real. It should not make a difference in my reality that some guy is running down the street naked. For that one man running down the street will never be able to do anything good for me, or bad against me. Even if a car hits that man my life should not change in anyway. What is in my heart

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It is totally abstract from every other reality around it. For us not to do something that we want or for us not to say something that we want to say is taking away from our reality. In my reality, on the other hand, I might thank her and cut her grass.

Now I know we have all heard this in advice about the opposite sex over and over again, but for each and every one of us to live our true reality we have to be who we are and act like ourselves every minute of everyday. Every time we take away from our reality we take part of our special little contribution to this world away. Each one of us expects people to be real to them so why should we lie to others and not be real to them and ourselves. When I got to my senior year it (my reality) took another course. And, when Aunt Pete and Uncle Bob first come to visit, they will just be two loving relatives.

My point being, reality is not something to be set up against a standard. is there, has always been there, and will always be there to hold my reality steadfast. In his reality, she was probably looking for “dirt” on him. For to each and every one of us we are what is real and everyone else around us is fake. I wasn’t the big guy in the school anymore. His mind may have somewhat altered the perceptions that his reality is based upon, but it was based upon those perceptions nonetheless.

Also, in my opinion, our reality changes as we grow.

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Approximate Word count = 673
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)

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