Personal Reality

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic

Is Reality Relative?

Reality is in my own head, just as it is in yours. Sometimes it strikes me, the very realness of being myself. I am no one else, reality is that I am sentiently myself. I could have been anybody else, but I'm not. I not special, or significant, not a deity or omniscient. It has been by pure coincidence, that myself has come into being, and for others the exact same. They are living in their own world's, sentiently. Knowing me for them is just as strange as me knowing them.

What boundaries would be breached? What's reality would come to be? We are the pure protagonists of our own lives. Pure and complete empathy would mean confusion of reality itself. For myself, complexity in facts and relativity is enough for reality to blur, the emotion that glides along with confusion. For a person with the gift of empathic power, they would struggle evermore. It would mean a split reality, a breach of conduct by God's hand, a breach of personal identity, and personal reality.

As much as we want to connect, to know each other, what would be the consequences? This we long, ache for. We see it in romances, we imagine soul mates and lovers, with that longing. The need to melt into another person, to share a soul, to know and be known. Empaths represent this to others, their souls split apart. Sour is the kiss that leaves his lips fat. It's as if they had refused them, what a terrible loneliness in knowing but being unknown. Would they know what they represent to others? Would they refuse, or shy away? They would be consumed, after all, everything is consumption. Humans consume no matter the cost, to ease ourselves, we couldn't stop it if we tried. The dark lines of insanity creep up the sides of our brains, like an impending avalanche, looming black and then crashing white. I desire, I consume, and my dark friend recedes to observation.


Submitted: November 09, 2020

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