Everything you know was made up, and that's ok
The truths you believe were made up, and that's ok
Your ideas are given to you by imperfect people, and that's ok
Media is always biased, and that's ok
You cannot know the facts you trust, and that's ok
Ideas you think are yours were made up 1000 years ago, and that's ok
It's ok to realize most things that matter to you are made up, imperfect, biased, or unknowable
You might look around and feel empty realizing this, like nothing matters
So let me remind you what the foundation is
Let me guide you to the surface so you can take a big breath of fresh air
Your love is real, no one made that up
Your pain is real, no one made that up
Your fear is real, no one made that up
Your joy is real, no one made that up
The soft fur of your pet? That's real.
The taste of your favorite food? That's real.
The pain of heartbreak? That's real.
That stink you hate? That's real.
The sunlight dancing off the water? That's real.
The voice of someone you love? That's real.
You are real, no one made that up
It's ok to be scared of all these spells, curses, blessings, and vows that swirl around you
It's ok to wonder who or what you can trust
So return to the surface every once in a while
Take a breath
And feel real
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I'm a private person who is blogging as a hobby. I think environmentalism and social justice are important causes and I hope to contribute in a small, if perhaps irregular, way.
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