My Reality

My Reality
 
I realized that my reality
Is my very own not yours
Some realities are common
Some are unique n personal
And my reality suits me fine
 
I want to bury my head in sand
Banish all problems, vanish them
Into thin air, a dissipating mist
I choose to shut my eyes tight
Opening when the coast is clear!!

I know when these particular ones call
They have their own personal agenda
I know when those other ones call
They want my help with something
I let them call, knowing I am needed
 
My insecurities make me vulnerable
Exploited and sought after, not for me
I am secondary and can be dismissed
I can fetch them something, garners much coin
I am still okay with this caprice, my own Reality!!
 
No one is perfect and all encompassing
Give and take is part and parcel of life
Even if for me it is more gives than takes
I am still happy that my value makes me
An entity, adding body n texture to my Reality

We are dispatched as empty pots of clay
What we fill in them in life, comes into play
We can live like hermits or social butterflies
Or hang on to our reality without losing sanity
Living life up to brim in our own inimical way!!!
 
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Alexis Carrel:
Intuition comes very close to clairvoyance;
 it appears to be the extrasensory perception of reality.
 

  
Albert Einstein:
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
 
 
 
Byron Katie:
When you argue with reality, you lose – but only 100% of the time.
 
 
 
Groucho Marx:
I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.
 

Gustave Flaubert:
Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.
 
 

John Lennon:
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
 
 
Robert Heller:
Never ignore a gut feeling, but never believe that it’s enough.
 
Salman Rushdie:
Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past,
the more concrete and plausible it seems — but as you approach the present,
 it inevitably seems incredible.
 
 
 

Sigmund Freud:
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to
 enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when
 they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
 
Tom Clancy:
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.
 

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