Life is an amalgamation of the stories we live and the stories we tell ourselves–what we tell ourselves about others, about occurences, about ourselves.
It seems we try to get at more or less the same things in life, but we experience this differently. The external world is filtered through our perceptions. In this regard, life is an extremely individual experience. Can one truly know the mind of another?
If we see what we believe, am I missing something or is there nothing to miss? Seeing only a small subset of what is. Embracing that because I don’t know how to change that. Would I even want to? Would I want to see all that there is?
A limited perspective, an individual story.
In this moment, I have found the peace and quiet. A nice moment like this that is only to pass away and be replaced. The present is all there is. But in this moment, I am satisfied.
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