Slices of reality. They sting, of course they do. But that’s life I guess. What’s real, even if it hurts, is what you can hold on to. It’s what you can count on, and what you can know. The fantasy is for when reality is too painful to live, but the fantasy isn’t safe. It’s not safe to walk around in life, thinking things aren’t as they are. To work off of what your heart feels they should be, is a foolish way to live. Because there often isn’t fact, nor reason as to why you believe the fantasy is truth.
Truth is a very hard thing to swallow. So we take it in small bites.
Truth is, we’re all alone.
We’ll always be alone.
There may not even be such things as soul mates. And even if there was, what can you can count on them for? So you can indivertibly twist reality and truth ad create a fusion that isn’t there? It only makes things hard for you, and the other’s you have involved in your mental ‘schemes’.
Half the time we’re lucky. Why? Because they don’t know how you feel. Why is this lucky?
Because then they can’t know how hurt you are when they don’t hold up to what your fantasized version of them can. They won’t ever feel lesser for not being able to do so. Or know that you really view them I that way. So you can keep a safe distance.
So you can keep your heartache private. A personal pain. Nobody can see the scars on your heart that your fantasy outlined. Nobody else can watch as the lines are filled in, as reality and fantasy don’t match up.
However. There is a bright side to fantasy. As it learns to move on to new things. New things to care about. New dreams to have. To weave. To keep your spirit light.
So even though, you know you’ll never be what he had. What he thought he wanted at the time.
Doesn’t mean you aren’t better. Doesn’t mean you can’t become what he needs.
And more importantly.
It could also mean you don’t need him either.
· Sun Dec 11, 2011 @ 10:49pm · 0 Comments