Reality

I observe all the people in my life

My parents, siblings, friends, kids, workers and most importantly my wife.

I ask myself what do I mean when I say "my life"?

Does it mean everyone I know is created by my reality?

Are they part of my story, or am I part of theirs?

Are we equal stakeholders in each other's stories and therefore not owners of a story?

This reality we perceive, these impulses we receive, the ideas we conceive, the senses and what they interpret by their capacity which if you look deeply they deceive.

I wonder about reality, the existence, creation, and what this all means.