Puzzles
I stand alone in a world full of strangers who are not me. They are different. They are them. I am me. Me versus them. An endless struggle. Who will win? Will I survive? How can we be so similar yet so different? And as I ponder this, it strikes me. It's so simple and obvious, yet I never realized it before. Every other person sees the world as I do: Me versus them. To every other person, I am just another them. I am just a random, insignificant person. I am just another piece in the puzzle of the world. And every other person thinks that they are that one special piece at the center of the world. That is reality. Reality is fake. Reality is an illusion. No one is that one special piece. Not even the greatest, most impactful person in all of history. Some people are those pieces of plain color in the background. Some people are the edge or corner pieces that must be placed first. Some people are the pieces that form the central figure in the image. But everyone is just a puzzle piece. A piece of the greater whole. I am you and you are me. This is the truth. What was reality for me was not reality for you, and what was reality for you was not reality for me. But now I know. Now you know. Now we know. We are one. We are a puzzle. We are the world.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryEver since I discovered Wattpad's TELUS #EndBullying contest, I became interested in writing poetry. Whenever I get inspired to write something, I'll post it here. Enjoy!
