Lately I’ve begun to wonder about the stability of the world.
I’ve found myself squinting more often in order to discern reality from my foggy haze of perceptions.
I hold a mental image that the world which we inhabit is like a glass ornament, like a snow globe and we are trapped inside stiff and smiling watching the falling snow.
Oblivious, unaware, just smiling in the swirling particles that create our life as we’re twirled about.
I start to question the philosophy upon which I’ve built the tenets of my life.
If these eyes through which I see could be proved deceptive what was I to believe?
It’s times like these when I remember I haven’t changed my contacts in a while.
And then the whole world starts to make sense again.