Reality feels like it slips through my fingers without form or structure. i want reality to be like cosmic glittery clay that i can mold and construct into something secure predictable comfortable and stable around me. but instead reality is like sands made of glitter that slip through my fingers and are washed away by the crystal clear oceans of time. i find it all a bit dark and discouraging. it is hard to live in the moment. to appreciate the galaxy glittery fractals of time when you feel insecure is