Sometimes I wonder if we actually create are own realities,
Or if we simply learn to see colors where none truly exist.

Could it be that some of us have trained ourselves to see the beauty in everything so that we may simply bear to live our otherwise boring lives full of society based rituals and mundane routines?

 Have we learned to truly enjoy every breath taken? Or have we simply learned to freeze time by converting that one special moment lived into an eternal memory; only a minute within a 24 hour day lived, with the remaining 1,439 minutes of fast paced nonsense spent, and already forgotten. 

All but to rush into bed just to relive that one minute memory, but in a dream.
Could it be that we’ve only become complacent and feel happy simply because we made up our minds up to be? 

Is what we tell ourselves once we’ve learned to love ourselves simply another illusion?

Are we truly the special ones that can transmute darkness into light? Can we truly bring a glimmer of light in the darkest of places, always enchanted by the magic we see in the everyday things?

The optimists, the game changers, the ones that smile through the tears.

Is this true happiness, or simply a coping mechanism?

This is why we must be led by our hearts, and allow ourselves to feel. Feel everything, feel it all, but then address those feelings. Analyze them. Don’t let them leave you and be forgotten without truly understanding where those feelings came from. 

Connecting the heart (our leader) with our minds (our guardian) is the only way to break through the illusions.

Only then is when we can truly find authenticity; true happiness.

~gg