Deluded

‘You are filled with delusions and self-righteousness.’

But aren’t we all? In one way or another, we psyche ourselves conscious or unconsciously to accomplish everyday tasks to complicated ones, and upon success, bring the delusions onto another level of reality. That is, we now sincerely believe that our competence is truly there, supported by tangible evidence. But are we? When truth is merely a matter of perspective, it is most dubious whether your competence is another one of your delusions and the affirmation by other people an elaborate contrivance for your sake.

What is reality anyway and whose reality should we believe in?

To tear away my delusions will mean a complete breakdown of my self. My delusions are what make up my reality. I construe my reality to be thus and thus it is how it is. Am I to let go my reality to believe another’s reality? Whose life would I be living then?
Delusions have its virtues: it makes life all the more tolerable. Call it wilful delusions, call it pure stubbornness. But if it is what makes me sane, so be it.

As they say, keep your friends close, and keep your delusions closer.