Are We Real?

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you.” This haunting quote is from the Velveteen Rabbit and is about toys being ‘real’.

It’s 4:18 in the morning as I nibble on an apple and some aged cheddar, pondering this question of being real or not, and the idea of whether we are ever – just ourselves?

The photo contains but a small sampling of things that may take up our time. We discuss weather, sports, food and on and on. Of course we all talk about ourselves . . . but do we ever mention our real selves?

We declare that we are a salesman, a doctor, an artist – but are we really a salesman, etc.? Or, did we buy into a vocation just like we’d select a toy off a shelf?

Could it be that we were created as perfect little toys, but due to all that goes on in the life of a child we miss that thing that happens to you?

Instead of becoming ‘real’ we end up being a composite of all the other people with whom we grew up. We become a blend of subtle, life-long conformity, perhaps void of any of our original traits.

Everyone gives up his or her identity to what – fit in? Fit in to a make-believe world of lies.

As children, anything was possible. The Infinite was our playground.

Now, nothing is possible. And our playground belongs to someone else.

Published by Kumi

Liaison to the Infinite.

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