Reality

Reality: a word defined to be the state or quality of being real, but does reality really exist? Is it just an ever distance concept that we pretend is true just so we can escape it? Is it running from us, just a little faster so that it appears to be within our grasp, but in fact is just beyond it? Is reality a tease or a steady companion that makes everything sure, true solid? The truth is reality is at once all of these thing and none of these things. Reality is a figment of our greater inability to live with the fact that our entire being, our entire existence is just one long played out fantasy where we are the ultimate winners and the ultimate losers. Reality is the ever fleeting existence that we search for, an existence where everything makes sense, an existence where there is black and white, an existence where we have a purpose that is greater than ourselves. Unfortunately, no such existence exists to we are left to fantasize that we are working for the greater good, while ultimately doing things solely for our own advancement, our own need to feel like we're needed.

Think about it. Every person in the world is self sufficient, every person is capable of fending for themselves. Even beggars have found a way to sustain their existence, thought their methods may be different than that of say a doctor or a lawyer, they are able to survive. They don't need the fancy cars and fancy homes they are content living the life they have with what they can get doing no work. So while we feel that we are helping them by giving them money we are just helping ourselves make it to some fantastic afterlife where everything will be resolved and we will go forth into bliss. The truth is Heaven or Hell, Reincarnation or just a putrid rotting mess we are all destined for death, a time when our existence ends and the fantasy ends and the truth is we don't know whether reality awaits at the end of the long winding road. We pretend like we're important, but we're not. We're just another tool, another method for someone else to survive and live our their fantasy and in helping the other person live our their fantasy we are living out our own fantasy that we are helping them.

So I say again reality is defined to be the state of being real and I ask what is real?