My Thoughts, My Life

It is a good thing that these are my thoughts, in other words, my thoughts reflecting my life and not those of someone else about me.

It is also a good thing that we have minds that are able to process the events of our days, weeks, months and years, in such a way that it makes sense to us. If someone else had to construct our lives from the events that they observe and interpret, our lives would surely tell a different story.

For instance, think about an old man hobbling down the street, carrying a long, walking pole. What he would tell us about his life, would not likely be the same as what you, or I, might tell others about him.

His story about your life, or my life, might be totally different than it actually is, too.

The key to the reality of our lives and our understanding of it, has to do with our perception. How you and I perceive can be the same, or different. The way that others perceive can be the same, or different, as well.

Which story about my life, or your life, would be the correct version?

Would it be the the story about you or I, as told by the man with the walking pole?

Or, would it be better to believe the events that I recount about my life and the ones you recount about yours?

Is your account of my life, more accurate, better than mine? Is my account of your life, more accurate and better than yours? Maybe its the one that lies in the account of the old man with the walking pole, (at least from his perspective).

At best, life is extremely complex and how we perceive it, adds to its complexity. Combine our lives with the perception of it by the old man, and add our own perception to it and life gets increasingly complex.

Lots of room for fun, fantasy and fiction!

We celebrate the similarities and differences in our thought processes and our perception. We also celebrate the complexity of life, however it is perceived by whoever.