“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”
― John Lennon
I’ve heard it said,
that everyone has a different version of reality –
because no two people can live
even the same experience
the same way
Some people would call this a lonely thought
because if true …
then no one can ever understand you
fully
But the way I see it,
it’s a blessing, really,
because if no one else can ever experience what you do
the way that you do …
how can you be wrong?
Or less?
Or not enough?
If what you experience in this life is yours alone,
then you,
precious one,
are a limited edition –
the rarest of finds,
a treasure who can never be deemed insignificant.
How might the world transform
(glitter-bright with blameless, shameless curiosity)
if people could accept this about one another?
How might this life awaken,
dream-drenched with charm and adoration
if we could accept this about ourselves?
this quotable life 
I want to frame this.
Thanks for sharing an interesting post to which I will ponder!
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