I was thinking about the narratives we tell ourselves about life and how impossible it is to have a shared experience. What can be put into words is limited in itself, not to mention we don’t always speak up.
No one will know my reality. As I will never know anyone else’s.
At the end of the day, we all live in our own fantasies.
The magic happens when we manage to really share a moment. Just a split second, when we both experience the same, feel the same, and think about nothing, but enjoy the moment.
The rest is in our heads.
The Soil – Unspoken Words