It is what we imagine that becomes our story. Reality could be painful but we could colour it the way we want and it seems bearable, beautiful even. On the other hand it could be beautiful, and we could paint it ugly and mess it up.
Or perhaps it is better not to call it anything and simply look at it like it is. In our eagerness to make it mean something we label them, give the drab reality a name, and voila it becomes that.
Reality as it is may not be bearable to most. Like they say, perhaps truth is not easy to see or face, and hence God gave us imagination so we can escape reality.
In our reconciliation with the truth is our release. The truth that does not exist beyond this moment.
That is the truth. Now the challenge is to stay with it. The now. Without painting it.
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