Falling for an illusion is what I think I am. Well, we all are, always. Our self-perception way different from everybody elses impression of us. Our senses helping us to survive, blocking out most everything we are technically able to see, hear, taste, smell, sense. Thus saving our brains from overloading and the subsequent syntax error. We notice very little of the things our senses are confronted with daily and remember even less of it. Hint for all of you, who need to get peoples attention in any way: best evoke emotions, as emotions are a sure way of making people’s brains notice and remember whatever you have to show or tell. But this normal human condition is not what I am talking about here. I am talking about what bugs me recently. Am I about to destroy my finally happy life by following an illusion? Or is it more like I say in jest: The truth is no daughter of time but of mine? Meaning, everything in my life depends on my own interpretation of it.
What is an illusion in the first place? Maybe I am using the wrong term here. Webster’s explains as follows:
il·lu·sion noun i-ˈlü-zhən
Definition of ILLUSION
1a obsolete : the action of deceiving
b (1) : the state or fact of being intellectually deceived or misled : misapprehension
(2) : an instance of such deception
2a (1) : a misleading image presented to the vision
(2) : something that deceives or misleads intellectually b
(1) : perception of something objectively existing in such a way as to cause misinterpretation of its actual nature
(2) : hallucination
1 (3) : a pattern capable of reversible perspective
3: a fine plain transparent bobbinet or tulle usually made of silk and used for veils, trimmings, and dresses
No, no, the term used is correct and thus the question valid. So, am I deceiving myself? Is my intellect being deceived by my emotions? Or vice versa? Or does something objectively exist and I just misinterpret its actual nature? Or is it a pattern capable of reversible perspective? What if both drafts of what I should do are just depending on my point of view?
And what about those necessarily loosing out in this entire mess? Awwww, I need my best friend’s porch, I guess.