“If you can’t see it, is it real?”
What is Real? — This question gave me pause today. As my mind began to weave through the things that I envisioned as real, it also began to take me to places where real in my life had turned out to be not so real. I’m not trying to ‘riddle-ize’ this all, just trying to wrap my brain around it. As a writer, I love words. When I find myself in a quandary such as this I tend to turn to the grass roots and open the dictionary. There were many definitions, but the one that jumped out at me was simple and profound: “something that actually exists”. It didn’t say something you could see or feel, just that it existed. I’ve had moments in my life that what I thought was real vanished before I could even touch it. Then there were similar moments in my life that I needed to just believe that it was real before any of my five senses came into play. That touching thing is big with me, but I’m learning that I miss out on so much when I depend on this happening first, instead of somewhere along the line. What’s real in your life? Creatively His, Sue
