On Altered Reality

Sometimes we do really like A, or doing B.

Sometimes we only like the idea of doing A, or the idea of being associated with B.

But up until now I can never really tell the difference when it comes to my own mind.

Do I really like these stuffs, or do I merely like the idea of me liking these stuffs, of my identity being associated with these stuffs?

Do I really like this person, or is this friendship / relationship / companionship merely good on "paper"?

I think we can never know for sure. You see, I somehow always believe that our brain is capable of working like Leonard Shelby's brain in Nolan's "Memento". We believe what we want to believe.

Although we don't experience amnesia or brain damage like Shelby, some things that we believe as facts in our life are probably just an altered reality.

But now comes the philosophical question: Does it really matter whether we can tell the difference or not?

Isn't it a gift that we can self-manipulate our own mind? That we can choose to craft our own version of story?

:)