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In Real Life

What is reality? What is your reality?

In one of my classes we use a wonderful demonstration for this topic. A magic trick.

We simply do a magic trick and then ask the students if this is real. Many have their hands up because it's what they saw, and know to be real, others question a validity of the trick. The thing is.... it's not real. It's an illusion to trick one into believing it's real. It does a good job too.

Such in life we are on the reality ride. We must live in a real world. Media encircles and makes it hard to tell the difference, or we fall into a virtual trap. These can be used as escapes, but they aren't real life.


Think now of some goals that you have made this year. Think back to your New Year Resolutions. How many have you done? Did you know the year is half over? WOW! That snuck by. I repeat. The year is half over.

I know that I have not accomplished as much as I "goaled" myself to accomplish. Have you?


The next part of reality is the ride. Life, living, and being with others who are living. This helps to live in the present.
Due to circumstances some focus on a negative past, a hard present, or a dark future.  We all have 3 main environments which are: Family, School/ work  and Peers (which also works as community). Balance needs to be in all of these in order to have the support we need. It's much like the supports on a roller coaster, if one of the supports is even an inch off, the ride will not work. We need balance, we need support, and we need reality.

How do we accomplish all of these? This is the path that I'm sure all our parents told us about as children. The harder but worth it track. We work a little harder, reach a little higher, and try a little more. By doing this we can accomplish this we see others accomplish. We can be who we want to be, and our lives will be what we want it to be.

Times when I find myself not living the life I want to as much, I evaluate, check myself, and do something I love. This last time I went to San Fransico with some of my best friends to help me find my sense of reality again. I'm not saying everyone needs to go on a trip, but you can find something to snap you back. There are people who love you, people who want you to succeed, and people who will help fix you.

There is a lovely real life out there for all of us. If you haven't found yours, go out and find it because it won't hunt you down. 

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