Life shows itself as "real" when you most or least expect it. I was in peaceful state emotionally. I had tied all my proverbial "laces" up. I thought I was ready for my first day of college this semester. I read an automated email from financial aid stating my invalidation of a class I registered. I felt immediately I had to revise my peace because "reality" told me to change my state of being and be worried, or was my faith in the best possible outcome right. I felt ordained to feel content. "Real-i-ty" is only what we expect and our sensual stimulus tests us to know what and who we really are.
