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  • I'm reading a book called 1Q84 by Japanese author Haruki Murakami - I love his writing, it gives me food for thought. One of the things that he's making me think about this time is the perception of reality. The book is set in an alternative 1984 and whilst some things are the same as "normal" other things are completely different.

    For instance there are two moons in the sky - one is the regular moon as we know it, the other is a smaller green moon that sits beside it. You would think that people would notice such a change in the night sky but it seems that the majority don't. They keep living their normal lives, going to work, doing the shopping, moving through their days as they always have. Our heroes, however, are experiencing changes at the core of their reality. I don't want to spoil the book for those of you who want to read it but it struck me that reality is perception just as much as perception is reality - does that make sense? What is real for some people is far fetched and out of reach for others.

    Look around you, there are examples everywhere. Take the lady on Hay Street this morning: a very chilly morning for Perth at around 2oC. She's there on the street with her little sign asking for your spare change. The sign tells you she's homeless, suffering with MS and has no money. She's got a blanket over her knees, she's shivering and dishevelled. Her eyes are dim pools of hopelessness, she's given up. This is her reality. Does she ever see that there could be another reality for her?

    As I pass I drop a few coins in her collection box, hoping that other people will also be kind and that she'll find warmth and comfort to help her through the chilly days ahead. I don't know what to say to her, she's from a different world to me as I head off to my corporate job in a swish glass and marble building with warm drinks on tap and wonderful views down to the Swan River.

    Do I feel guilty about the relative affluence of my reality? Perhaps I think I have worked hard and deserve my good fortune? Or perhaps I feel bad for only giving her enough coins to buy herself a coffee instead of slipping her a quick $50 that I probably wouldn't even miss? Or maybe I just take it for granted and don't think about it at all? But whichever way I look at it, the MS lady and I live in very different realities - in the same town - working in the same street.

    Do we make our luck, our own reality, or is it fate - destiny? Those of us who are fortunate enough to live in the affluence of the western world have the opportunity to make our own reality. But what about the MS lady? What's her story? She's from this same westernised affluent society isn't she, so what makes her reality so different?

    Reality is very subjective.
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