You know you want to know the truth

There is a sense we sometimes get that we live in a two-tier, two-speed world. Things happen on the inside. Thoughts, ideas, feelings. Sometimes we respond to them, sometimes we do not. On the outside things are different. We have a role to play and it never stops. We go through the motions of being in charge, appearing to know what we talk about.

There is a sense at times that we connect with others (or fail to) on a cosmic scale. You pass somebody in the street, you make brief eye contact and you know... suddenly you know!! That they are more than they seem... so much more. It's like you know them.

It's hard to explain what I mean. It begins as a tug, a pull deep inside. Then you want to reach out, say: "Hey, it's cool. We all hurt inside. The world does that to us. We just need to figure out what to do."

You don't. I don't.

We move on, thinking a little longer perhaps, wondering what was it exactly that made us feel that way. What? How did we know? Why can we not be real? Then the world closes in again all around us and we are left floundering in it and the mask comes down, the script gets read and we know what to say, know how to act because that bit is expected, we do it... but that's not real!

Real is hard. And we have not figured it out yet.