i live in a world created by my own illusions, my own thought. a world that i created out of what others have created. i'm afraid that i'll think that i'm always right. it's okay if i'm aware that i live in an illusory world that i have created, but what if my mind is clouded by my own blind belief that i refuse to open my mind to what's new, what's different, what challenges my beliefs. fearing that my bubble will burst, but even more afraid that my bubble is made out of stone.my perception of reality may not be real, my right may be wrong. but what's important is to be self-aware and be open to incoming bubbles. bubbles fusing with other bubbles, making an even bigger bubble, encompassing more and more of the world, of what things are, closer to true reality.