sigh… it’s all filters
and we tell stories for hope
I am still alive
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Demar Desu (Pseudonym) (
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That says it pretty well but I have to ask how do we know we are alive
I guess just like how you respond to me and I respond to you, appreciate the comment btw
You are most welcome Demar
Yes, we`re still alive. And is the lost Eden of Imagination waiting for our return?!
I might need a little context on what you’re talking about
I`m sure you remember, when we were kids we naturally used our Imagination. One aspect of imagination is fantasy/wondering etc. What if it has another "application"? In my case, I found out accidentally that it has another application. It`s a long story, Demar, however I am at last working on rediscovering that lost power. A lot has happened since that time that has "blocked" the access to it. The work goes on!
Well I’m definitely intrigued by this story… and yeah imagination. I wish the flame would stay on as I get older…
Great!
Thanks K
Well, some of us do...tell stories of hope, anyway. But yeah...adulthood seems to = filters, among other things. Question, is adulthood a social construct? You've left me pondering. Methinks it, in many ways, is. Great write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Great question, it’s hard to say just yes or no , I want to say yes because you can see visible aging, but I want to say no because sometimes it is the mind that hasn’t aged enough to support in social environments… just a guess though
Yes but there reality is your illusion u created your reality ⭐🫶🏾🫂
But I don’t control my environment… trust me if I did we would have more berry bushes around. Thanks for the comment though maybe I should do some sit ups
Are the stories to entertain others or to create a reality for ourselves? Maybe a little bit of both.
Feels like stories become when someone is entertained… unfortunately I’m worried about what’s for lunch
I hear you there
👍love this,
I love you
🌹
Gosh this has the reality factor it's very liberating. 🌹
I’m working on bettering my reality
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