Nothing is more insane than clinging to my sense of reality.
Especially when my sense of reality tries to leave.
It recognizes that if a thing can leave me, it is not mine, and so I let it go.
Everything that leaves me is sparing me one more obstacle to my understanding of the benevolent truth.
Including my sense of reality.
When I let go of how I see things, I open myself to start seeing things as they really are.
So much of my suffering has been the result of me not wanting to let go of the way I was seeing the world, so convinced that the upsetting images in my mind were an accurate reflection of what is.
So scared of letting myself go crazy, I would cling to an insane view of the world.
So intent on staying awake, I would hold myself in a nightmare.