So, we all have a purpose?

Are we here for a reason?

Or are we merely just here?

Do we work well with society?

Or do we just fit in?

Can we really achieve better things?

Or live with what we have?

Six Questions for Six Word Saturday.

Six Word Saturday

Although seven, actually, including the title…

What is Reality?

I’m pondering reality today.

Quite possibly, I’m even questioning it. Mind you, with a reality like mine at times, there really is a lot to question!

Is reality what we see, hear, feel, touch and smell around us… or is it what we think and interpret it to be?

I’m now questioning myself. Am I real? Am I even here?

Lately, I’ve been seeing quite a lot of helicopters flying hither and thither up above. Travelling this way and that, some slowly, some at speed. Most folk would say that there’s nothing unusual in that, and they could even be right… but the fact that I am noticing more of them, does that make it unusual? Take Monday, for example. I was at the place of W, and there is a lot of wasteland at the back, after an old abandoned factory was demolished last year. There’s nothing on the vast open land now, apart from a few piles of leftover bricks. It gets very windy when the gusts get up! Hovering above the land was a helicopter. A black and white one. Just hovering there. Perhaps they were searching for someone hiding out in the open. I don’t know. It didn’t make sense. Maybe I’m looking too deeply into things, and the pilot was just practicing hovering, as a learner driver would practice reversing around a corner.

Another helicopter flew over on Tuesday, so low I could feel the pressure from the rotor blades… within my ears. Within my head, in fact. I do find myself pondering the notion that something is going on, something that we will NEVER get to find out about.

It’s not very secret, if that’s the case though. They aren’t being discreet about their covert activities.

See? Covert activities are taking place around me. Everyday. I’ve noticed them.

Walking down a street, I get the eerie feeling that I’m being watched. A person reading a newspaper swiftly pulls it up to cover their face as I walk by… and they cough. As in code. There. Over the road. That woman on her mobile phone. She’s in on it. She’s interpreting the cough as I nonchalantly glance around. And, right on cue, a helicopter flies overhead. A car sounds its horn behind me; although it is on the road driving away from me. The woman with the phone waves at the driver. The car stops and reverses around the corner, and turns back on itself, pulling up beside the woman, who swiftly jumps in. The registration number on the car is… there isn’t one! It’s a black car, with blackened windows all around, and it is now pointing towards me.

I turn. The man with the newspaper has vanished from the bench where he was sitting. The helicopter travels overhead again – it’s circling. I notice an electronic advertising sign change what it’s advertising – I’m sure just before it changed I saw a video of me looking around. Nah – I must have imagined that. Why would all these people be looking for me?

It’s because I know they’re up to something. That’s it. It must be.

I’ll just have to pretend I know nothing and carry on regardless. Or maybe, that is what they want me to think…

Gah! All this second guessing has me circling just as all those helicopters seem to be doing.

It isn’t only helicopters and strange-acting people, though. When driving, wherever, whenever, at whatever time of the day, if I drive past a road junction, a car will either just be pulling out, or just arriving at the junction. Traffic lights turn red the moment I reach the line. Cars seem to be racing behind me on dual carriageways, yet pull in behind and don’t overtake.

And people I think I know surprise me all the more.

Maybe I only know a certain aspect of their character, and I’m noticing a different side to them I haven’t seen before. Does this make them the same person, or a different one entirely???

Or is it little ole’ moi who’s changed, and I’m seeing all these subtle differences around me; noticing a shift in reality, only slight but most definitely there?

I don’t know.

So, I’m pondering reality today.

Have you noticed any subtle changes lately?


Letters To The Universe… The Why Not? Edition

Dear The Long Easter Weekend,
Why not let us have some glorious Spring weather so we can enjoy you a little more?

Dear Blogland,
Why not have some fun this weekend and try to get in a couple of ridiculous jokes to your nearest and dearest, just for the sake of their reaction? You could use jokes such as:

What’s orange and sounds like a parrot? A carrot

What is brown and sticky? A stick

What’s red and smells like blue paint? Red paint

My friend recently got crushed by a pile of books, but he’s only got his shelf to blame

I thought I’d tell you a brilliant time-travel joke, but you didn’t like it

Dear Daft Driver,
Why not learn how to drive properly? Did you know that a second lane at a junction is for travelling straight ahead, and not, as you did, for turning left? You may have been indicating, but it is usually customary to indicate before you manoeuvre. And then, you did the very same thing at the next roundabout. At speed. Perhaps you just can’t drive? Mind you, a non-driver would probably drive better than you did.

Dear The Word Manoeuvre AND Spellchecker,
Why not work together and know this is the word I want to use? Yes the spelling catches me out every single time, but it is such an unusual and distinct word it should just be taken as granted this is the word I want. I can always change it if it isn’t… I have to change it anyway as it is always spelt wrongly!

Dear Ghost Galaxy NGC1052-DF2,
How wonderful that you appear to have no mysterious ‘dark matter’ and are only made up of ordinary matter. Now that you have been spotted by us Earthlings, why not surprise us even further and send us a cheery ‘Hello’! That will REALLY turn science on its head!

Dear Mrs Tufty,
How nice it was to see you swimming towards me on the Lake earlier today, with Tufty just behind. It’s jus a pity that a couple of boisterous geese decided to squabble and send you off-course. Next time we meet, why not come even closer so I can get some good close up photos of you, like I have of Tufty.

Dear Chilling Rain,
Why not join us on the good side and rain a little warmer? I’m not asking you not to rain – I know how important you are – but you should be feeling warmer now. Your current raindrops feel like sharp icy pin pricks, which aren’t very pleasurable after, oh, about ten.

Dear People,
Why not just have a day with no judgements, no criticisms, no complaints, no bitterness, no hatred and no evil thoughts? Sounds like a lot to ask, but it isn’t. Really.

Dear Favourite Work Pens,
I love writing with you, I really do. The thing is, as I write such a lot you don’t seem to last very long without running out of ink. Please, why not think of people like me, and try to write a little (OK, quite a lot!) further before you have to go into the rubbish bin. In the meantime, I will be buying another pack of you soon.

And Finally, Dear Blogland,
Why not give yourself a hearty pat on the back for just being you? You’re doing a good job.

Thank you for reading,

P.S. Why not try something new and see what happens? I’m experimenting with 3D graphics at the moment, and have created this…

… well, I’ve been experimenting in PowerPoint for a while with some creations, but old Rustbucket here was created in my landscaping program. Rustbucket is a new character for one of my story serieseses and he will be making his true appearance later in the year. Trying something new always opens new opportunities, not necessarily in the way first thought. For now though, I shall wish you a fabulous weekend!