I’ve been noticing how much Humanism and meditation has helped me separate fact from fiction in my everyday life. But my life is still full of fictional stories.
For example, I wake up and watch a television show that is played by fictional characters. I turn off the TV and read a fictional book for an hour. I turn on the television again and watch a sporting event that — although is an actual event — I tell myself will make me happier if “my” team wins. I finish the day off by reading a comic book. I recognize the happy thoughts (and thoughts aren’t reality) in my mind as I lay down in bed, knowing I don’t have work the next day.
So although I may not believe in some fictions that unite us as Humanists, I sill tell myself stories that aren’t based in reality, either.
If you’d like to share your thoughts about the reasons why we humans are so enamored in fictional stories I’d appreciate it.