Sometimes it seems impossible to know what truth is. Is it my universe or the other(s)?
Of course, in general, REALITY will be what the majority agrees upon. But does this mean it is TRUTH? No. Just because people agreed that earth is flat as a plate didn’t make it flat.
My world, my perceptions, my reality, my universe.
But it is not made up of me alone, and at times I can see the eyes of a deer, frightened in the light, by things that I say… of which I am certain they pertain to the truth, but they just seem to hurt and not to change anything, these things do not seem to improve conditions but only worsens them. And at that moment of realization, my truths become a liability and get again thrown back upon me to haunt me.
As if this would not be pain enough, the unwanted solitude in my world, caused by my effort to overcome distance magnifies the damage manifold. Or does it not and the damages are as immense as I perceive them? If so, the only apparent solution is more distance, the exact thing I tried to overcome in the first place.