Not as it seems

  

For about the first four years of human life, we do not have the ability to tell apart dreams from reality. It's as though we were living through a Christopher Nolan film when we are toddlers. Perhaps that could be one of  the reasons why children sometimes say the most absurd things. We are all familiar with living with distorted realities at this point. 

Our brains deceive us very well. It could be a cognitive bias from past trauma that makes one uncomfortable around certain colours or odors. At times our brains shut out sensory information to avoid an overload. This is one of the many preset functions our bodies have in order to survive. It happens at the cost of discarding portions of the truth that surrounds us. 

As someone who spends time in their head for lengths of time. When I also acknowledge that the organ that I use to think, and understand the world around me is not as objective as it seems to be, it leaves me wondering. Do I have a proper grasp on the things I am pondering? If the scale I am using to weigh my options is not just, then how much of the time am I coming to the right conclusion?

I tend fall into the trap of my own biases. In one way is that problems tend to be inflated in my head. Spiralling down I end up doing unneeded what-if analysis, and thinking what else could occur as a chain reaction to a prior mishap. Sometimes like a gust of wind in my sails, an over confidence takes over my wiring, and I find myself not considering failure to be an outcome. This leads me to taking a risk and treading an unknown path. 

I have found what helps me to be more objective is having a sooth saying companion. That friend that won't feed into your delusions is a splash of cold water to the face on a winter morning. I am eternally grateful for such influences in my life. They truly help me stay centered, even though at times it feels like they are being a killjoy. For better is open rebuke than hidden love. 

Whether the glass is half full, or half empty, or half filled. We all perceive things differently from each other. So I turn to the one who is sovereign over the glass and the water, and in fact is sovereign over all creation. The true author of reality knows more about what is actually going on around me. In His word I can find the answer to life's questions,and an anchor to my ever buoyant mind.