Over time, I began to see that what we call reality is largely constructed by the mind.
Our senses take in information, and the brain builds a version of the world we can live in. Some even describe this as a “controlled hallucination.” Understanding this didn’t disturb me. If anything, it brought a kind of quiet clarity.
Once I accepted that we’re all living inside our own version of reality, I started seeing the world around me differently — especially the places that hold our history.
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