The Realness of Existence!

Remember the first time you ever saw yourself? No guessing, but how many people can remember the actual moment that they first saw themselves? I was probably shown my reflection many times before this but this is my first memory of seeing my reflection. I was two years old and I looked in the mirror and held up two fingers like my mom had just shown me how to do. Amazing as it seems, I tend to wonder sometimes if that really happened. But if that were the case, how can we be sure of any of our distant memories? You see, since my acute awareness of life, I’ve started a journal… a journal of my earliest memories. A recapitulation so to speak. I thought nothing would come of this but in all actuality, each little thing starts to make connections with others and I’m starting to put my childhood together piece by piece. I’m not saying this will work for everybody but it works for me. How do we know what is real? No red or blue pill but how do we really know? Hopefully, there’s a difference between the dreamer and the dreamed… or are we both? Pragmatically speaking, we can’t be both. It’s either one or the other. Or is it? Now, there are a few things in my life that solidify my thoughts on the “realness of existence”. First and foremost is Jesus Christ. I don’t have to actually see Jesus to know if He is real or not. My faith takes care of that. Where would I be without Him? Gone probably, worse off most likely. But my faith keeps me going. I could’ve given up two years ago when I was first diagnosed, but I didn’t. Next is my mental attitude. I’ve never been sick in my life!  I made it to sixty without being on any medication whatsoever!  I use to say things like “there are good days and there are bad days”. No longer! My life now dictates that each and every day is good! There is no time for anything else! So believing in Jesus and having faith are good enough reasons for anyone to believe in the “realness of existence!” Peace and blessings!