They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that one man's trash is another's treasure. If this could be the loudest sentence you've ever read and this right after could be the quietest, then can we confirm that we all live in a prison of our own making?
We all have our own realities - facts that we know to be as true as the sun. Many of those realities are often based on other realities or what we would like to think of as realities. Like creationism and evolution - much debated though one is the scientific truth and the other mere religion.
I live in my own reality, one in which I play just a part. I am a performer that is putting on a show and acting like I think people want me to act. But apparently I do such a good job that nobody believes me when I tell them I'm an introvert who is most comfortable when alone.
So what's really real? Am I what I perceive or the impression others have of me? I'm sure others have the same problem and in some cases it may even be amplified. At least I don't have a third choice, that version of me that is expected of me.
I've tried my hardest to not have people around me who expected me to behave a certain way. I was spoilt by the fact that my parents let me get my way more often than not. And then an abusive relationship made me abhor being in situations where I wasn't in control. Now I live life on my own terms. I work as hard as I can and I make sure I don't have to ask anyone for permission for anything.
That's part of my reality. Just like my introversion and my occasional need to be social. So if you only see a part of the puzzle, do you even realise there is a puzzle at all? Your perception is your reality and none of us know more than we perceive. We may assume a lot or told about some more but linking it to the truth takes a lot of time. And time is always short in supply.