Seas of Imaginary Plains

 I sometimes feel the real reality is 'out there', far from my mind. See, if my circumstances, my genetics, and my macroenvironments have shaped and molded my mind, what I think with cannot be the reality... can it?

In a sea of pins, realities bump into each other. Each pin carries its own historic, personal, and biological (as well as ecological) momentum. In other words, collective and individual imaginary planes inhabit areas the size of a pin's head. Though, you should stay away from the word "dimensions."

In this sea of motivations and strength, some float while some never stop swimming. As an essential object of this universe, we are indistinguishable from each other. Yet, societies we inhabit have the power to shape our perceiving-organ, rationalizing and simplifying the incomprehensible: the All.

The currents of a troubled universe brought me to my feet. My god complex is finally humbling me. It is this life: I will be me. 

Unapologetically; originally; openly.