Real or unreal?

I'm sitting inside on a gorgeous day, because the neighbor across the road is shooting his gun. I'm almost certain that he's shooting at a target, but doesn't he know that I feel raw and angry and sad and vulnerable? Hearing the reverberating gun shots makes me questiin, "What's real and what's unreal?"

My go-to practice is almost always to paint, but how can I process this discomfort? I was flipping through some stock photos looking for inspiration when I became intrigued by this little boy's expression. I think he holds many questions waiting to be asked such as: "Is this real or unreal?" I relate. It's difficult these days to even name the options, let alone sort them out. I resonate with the look on his face. Serious and scared.
 I enjoyed spending time with him, painting him. I feel like he 'gets' me. I hope he finds what he's looking for. And me too.