You can’t do anything without being immersed in it. Yet we ignore it.
We are like sleepers, who live in private dreams, rather than in awareness of this rational pattern of things that “is common to all.”
We each manufacture a little world of our own. No doubt distorted by our own interests, fears, and anxieties which we take for reality.
Everything is a matter of perception; everyone sees everything differently. We see everything differently because we all have completely different eyes that take in the color red differently. So differently not even Suzie next door takes in the color red the same.
One can have really good eyesight while another has terrible eyesight. Maybe a far sided person can see things down the road that someone who is near sided wouldn’t notice. The same goes for those nearsided people who look down to see an ant crawling, while their grandmother struggles to see a word printed on the page or her book.
These different people have different hearing levels too. We hear different things depending on how well or poorly we can hear. We all have our own minds constantly seeing, hearing and making our own completely different perceptions.
The girl you have a crush on in English class doesn’t know that youre thinking about her, how could she? You’re thinking it, not saying it. And while your professor is speaking about Shakespeare, you are imagining what her answer might be if you were to ever ask her out. All the while she might thinking about how she forgot to leave cat food for her cat at home. And someone else is doing the math in their head trying to figure out how many hours they are going to work next week in order to pay off a little of their student loans. And we all sonder; the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own; populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness.
An epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you may never know existed- in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Everyone has their own little world, you have your own little world. And you are the main character of your little world, while everyone else becomes that extra.
Everyone has their own little world and these are the little worlds inside our heads.
To be wise is to understand the nature and structure of that world. To be wise is to see that all is and must be ever-changing, and that if appreciated apart from our narrowly construed interests, they are good and beautiful.
Everything is a matter of perception because everyone sees everything differently. You make your world, and you have the power to make it into any world you wish.