The Road trip has ended and now I'm back in REALITY.
But really, what is reality?
Is it what I see and feel and hear when I walk through beautifully placed rocky mountains and lush forests in a majestic place like Zion national park? Or is it when I confront an owner of an antique mall about the nazi so-called 'memorabilia' items he chooses to sell in his shop and my heart beats with rage and my eyes glare with righteous determination? Or is it when I get back home, unpack my bag, adjust to being home and delve straight into the ironic news story that Trump has tested positive to Covid-19 and my belly laughs with irony!? Or what about when I go in deep in meditation, to the most inner place of mine, the most inner ME - some call is the soul, the spirit, the 'home'? Is that reality?
*The world or the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them.
This definition makes me realize how many 'ideas' take enormous part in my life even though they are not REAL whatsoever. Belief is an idea. Ideology is an idea. And even a right is an idea.
But mostly - I live in the non-real world of my IMAGINATION most of the time.
I am a dreamer. In the day, and at night. And dreams aren't real.
Nah. They're BETTER than real.
And the only real thing about a dream - is that it has a dreamer.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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