We always love to tell stories. When I say “we”, I mean the entire human race. We make our entire life from stories. We make it so real that we believe that the stories are real life. But they are stories – therefore, fictional or a figment of our imagination.
If that is so, then what is real? Well, it’s nothing!
On the other hand, we exist in the right now moment. This right now moment appears real. In the paradigm of being or existence, the right now is real – just like in the paradigm of examination, marks are. We can see this happen in every paradigm. In the paradigm of business, money is real. In the paradigm of religion, God is real. In the paradigm of faith, belief is real. In the paradigm of family, relations are real. In the paradigm of schooling, learning is real. In the paradigm of hunger, food is real. And the list is endless!
If we ridicule somebody as we are not in their paradigm – for example, I’ve, in the past, questioned my parents’ faith into God or religion. It came with a sort of attack on their paradigm. But I could see that the faith appears real only in their paradigm and to them. But then, what if, the ‘right now’ that appears real to me in my paradigm of existence is the same myth as theirs? What if, I’m unable to see it?
Well, either then nothing is real, or reality is what we wish to see. Both approaches bring a form of an internal mania. Instead, can we be fully involved into our own paradigms knowing that it isn’t real?
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