Illusions

You know how you are a world inside that no one else is privy?

Guess what…

We’re all like that. 

Everything we show the world is an illusion. It is what we want the world to see. 

But sometimes what we portray isn’t what’s real. 

Like sometimes, I seem to be mad at the world…when really I am perfectly happy. 

Sometimes things look smooth on the surface, but there is a never ending amount of activity underneath. 

So much life, so much motion…so much of it is never viewed or shared. So much left unsaid. So much…

Relationships can be illusions. What looks to be perfect is often flawed and fragile. 

There’s really no such thing as perfect. 

There are no perfect people or relationships. 

We each carry around so much extra emotional weight that affects everything we do. Much of this is determined by our emotional makeup…I think it’s chemical. 

I think it’s hard sometimes for us to find a balance. We want peace and happiness, but we don’t know where or how to find it. 

How do you find something when our parents often couldn’t find it? 

There’s no map. There’s no one place to find peace. 

And I think that is the problem. 

We are used to finding the answers outside ourselves. We are conditioned to look for things and research, ask questions and experiment. 

But what if the answer is simple?

What if the answer is truly within?

I know that when I sit and list my blessings and what I have to be thankful for, I am content. I am happy and at peace. 

So why, then, do I sit day in and day out dwelling on the things that bring me disappointment? Overall, I am a very content and happy person; I just tend to spend too much time on thoughts that bring me down. 

If I can just remember that everything is an illusion, maybe I can remember to be thankful for what I know is true. 

I have many imperfect blessings. I’m going to try to focus on the blessing more than the imperfections.