The Reality of Things

“The Reality of Things…”

Oh, I’ve heard these words far too often.

How do you know what’s real?

Why do you get to decide?

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I mean, one day, we could find out our lives are a lie.

We’re a simulation.

That wouldn’t make our feelings any less real.

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If I climb a hill and say it’s a mountain,

then it would be a mountain.

Because I would FEEL a mountain.

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“Your stories aren’t real!”

And…your point?

What matters is what one takes from them.

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“The Reality of Things”,

in my case, at least,

is that things aren’t really impossible.

Unless you stop and think about ‘em.

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