During lunch today, one of my lunchmates remarked that “real is over-rated.” Besides the fact that this remark was a little ironic coming from a somewhat fan of TAR, it kinda settled into a crevice in my mind and it’s been stuck there since lunch.
I didn’t pursue the comment at the time, but I’ve been thinking about it. What did she mean by ‘real’? Why does she think that ‘real’ is over-rated? Even more troubling perhaps is the realization that I haven’t really thought of that question myself for a long time. What do I think is ‘real’? Why does ‘authenticity’ matter so much to me?
Sometimes I find that I am an enigma to myself…
Journey of the Heart 