My thoughts are images that I have made
I’m not truly seeing; instead, I am projecting images onto reality. These images feel real—emotionally charged, convincing, immersive—and in the tyranny of the moment they can seem just as solid as anything I see with my eyes.
I create intricate stories about who people are, what situations mean, and where I stand in the world. Then I live inside them, forgetting that I’m the author and narrator—telling myself the story instead of living the moment itself. This is how I move through life believing I see clearly, while actually looking at my own thoughts reflected back at me.
I can only find healing by letting go of these false narratives. I watch a movie on TV and become enthralled by the characters and the world they inhabit, but I’m not foolish enough to believe their wonderland is real. Why, then, do I assume the same isn’t true of the world I call real?
Only as I gently begin to dismantle these images—without judgment or fear—do I start to see what is already whole. As the illusions fade, clarity isn’t forced. Acceptance comes naturally when I no longer ask reality to conform to my projections.
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