What Is?

Just as it seems right and normal to me, the way my life is, does my father's life seem right and normal to him?

I've made so many adjustments and accommodations through the years--to partial blindness, loss of my singing voice, problems with stamina, overweight, and age, not to mention disappointments, failures, and tragedies. Maybe I also am living in a world constructed by my own brain out of rags and tatters of objective reality.

But then, aren't we all?