Individual reality

You know that sometimes people are condescending. You know that, right? People (and by people I mean mostly others, but sometimes myself) tend to think that their conception of reality is the right one and others are mistaken. This happens especially with older people (e.g. parents) and younger people (e.g. childern).

Parents tend to think that they know better. That the children might think something or feel something, but they are of course wrong. This is apparent when the child first falls in love and gets his/her heart broken. It might feel like the end of the world for the child, but the parents say "Oh well, that's normal, it's not so bad, he'll survive, it'll all be better soon".

The point I want to make here is this. The reality of an individual is real. It's right. It might not be the end of the world for you, but it might feel like that for him. So for him it's real and it feels like the end of the world. Something might be exciting for him and you might find it boring, but that doesn't mean it IS boring. In his reality, it might be the most exciting thing in the whole wide world.

The reality of an individual is probably very different from yours, but that doesn't make it less real, worth less, less interesting.

This might all make sense, if you let it settle in your head and it could even be important to keep it in the back of your mind next time you roll your eyes at someone. Not that I would assume that my blog readers do such a thing, but... you know... I sometimes do.

Lyrics of the day: I don't want to wait by Paula Cole.

So open up your morning light

And say a little prayer for Rye

You know that if we are to stay alive

And see the peace in every eye

She had two babies

One was six months one was three

In the war of '44

Every telephone ring

Every heartbeat stinging

When she thought it was God calling her

Oh would her son grow to know his father

I don't want to wait

For our lives to be over

I want to know right now

What will it be

I don't want to wait

For our lives to be over

Will it be yes or will it be

Sorry

He showed up all wet

On the rainy front step

Wearing shrapnel in his skin

And the war he saw

Lives inside him still

It's so hard to be gentle and warm

The years passed by and now

He had granddaughters

Oh so you look at me

From across the room

You're wearing your anguish again

Believe me, I know the feeling

It sucks you into the jaws of anger

Oh, so dig a little more deeply,

All we have is the very moment

And I don't want to do what

His father and his father and his father did

I want to be here now

So open up your morning light

And say a little prayer for right

You know that if we are to stay alive

And see the peace in every eye

So open up your morning light

And say a little prayer for right

You know that if we are to stay alive

And see warmth in every eye