Reality

Sometimes I alter my own reality in my mind, improving it as I want to, and I live there for awhile in this other place that, although I know it is not real, makes my emotions feel as though it is, giving me a reprieve from the real reality. This other reality sometimes feels so much better than the one I really live in that I wish I could stay there forever. For although everything does not always go right there, everything ends up okay, unlike the reality in which I am forced to live. What if each of us made our own realities as an author creates a book, forming many ideas and then including only what they want to and discarding the rest? That is how it is with my reality that is not reality. My other reality keeps me sane sometimes, it would seem: it can keep me from crying when I am sad, for I rewrite in my head what made me sad. However, I don't really think that living in another world in your head periodically is conducive to mental stability after all, so I wouldn't advise doing so.