Reality is the most misunderstood conception known to human existence. this is because we all see it differently. The misconception happens from minuscule parts to extraordinary differences. This is why relationships fail, wars are bred and fought, religion thrives and fails...
This is also why the idea of love is sought after, resented, destroyed, THRIVES...
For in that one moment, where reality is shared, true love is born...
That being said, often does it not sustain itself, yet in the greatest stories, it sounds a resonance that drives our will to live.
Reality is not a constant.
Reality is not a perception.
Reality can never be proved nor denied.
It is but an abstract thought of what we of a sentient being can process as a REASON.
We live, we die, we fight, we love... WE REMEMBER, WE CREATE...
WE DESTROY!
Everything maintains a balance because without it one side can never truly exist... If we have nothing to fight for what do we live for? To live, to breathe, to discover, to obtain...
It is a beautiful day when you realize your existence, your reality, will always be compromised by those around you. It gives us our reason for BEING!
Why else would we write history?