Illusions

Out of all the things that I see in my life, I don't know what is real and what is not. At the most blissful moments, I think of the oasis in the desert... is it just that I am delirious because I am thirsty for something more? Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm not happy... I am. I couldn't ask for more in my life. I have air to breathe, water to drink, food to eat, clothes to wear, a roof over my head, and someone who loves me... that's all I need. Funny thing is, as much as I tell myself that is all I need, I often doubt it. My need to be reassured is constantly in my sight, an obstacle that is not easy to overcome.
If, at any point in my life I think that I can't make it, all I have to do is look at my darkest moments... how more often than not I have been one hundred percent alone in the world... just me, laying face down in the dust of my own personal valley... then, enter someone who loves me. Now, I know that someone loves me, and they will catch me when I fall. Now, I know that if I don't have enough strength to pick myself up, I have someone who will carry me, wipe my tears, and tell me I can make it. After looking at that, things seem so much more doable.
All I am is the sum of my experiences, and for the moment... I'm perfectly ok with that.