Sometimes we think we're living in one reality, when in fact we're living in a completely different reality. You interpret things that simply don't exist, you misinterpret things that exist, and you end up living in a parallel reality that, although it seems fabulous, it's nothing except pure imagination. I think that I'm living in that parallel existence.

The big problem of living in such a reality is that you're always expecting something to happen that will prove you right, that will prove you're not in a parallel existence and everything that you've been living / felling is true and exists.

Even now, while writing this text, I'm still hopping that something (I really don't know what) will happen that proves me right, or (and this is kind of sad) I'm already glad if nothing that could deny my reality happens.

Unfortunately, this universe I'm living in makes me so happy, fills me with so much joy, that I really don't want to find out if it is the truth or not… I'm just living the moment and even if the moment is just happening to me… I don't care, because I haven't been this happy for a long time.