What is real and what have we created in our minds? If the things that aren’t real are created in our minds are they not real? Thinking about what is real and what I have created passes the time sometimes, I have traced it back to my father as he knows everything to know about me, my friends, my faults, my passions, everything and so if he isn’t real then it would stand to reason that my life was created in my mind rather than created by the real world. Is anything truly real? Rather than locking myself away all week and going out at the weekend skateboarding do I instead lock myself away all year round? Do I sweep the floors of our home because he isn’t real enough to do so? These thought at first scared me into thinking all of this was real but then it was just a thought in my mind wasn’t it?