11 April 2012

Reality is such a harsh place in which to reside. I think that's why dreaming was created...as an escape from the mistakes, horrors, and tragedies of life. Dreaming is a state where fears, problems, and everything bad is eliminated. It's a place that I wish I could visit and live in more often than I normally do. It's a place where everything is okay, people are kind and thoughtful, and things always end up working out for the better. It's reality that scares us into these remote "hiding places"...sticking us every day with a new problem, something else that gets under our skin and presses our buttons. Yet, we have to face it sooner or later and be able to deal with it and move on. There is a good side to reality somewhere...I just haven't quite found it yet. I sometimes try to transfer my dreams to the real world. For some reason, they don't always seem to apply very well. The impossible always takes place...or people who are capable of something in reality are at a loss for it in my dream. I wish I knew how to fix my problems, how to make everyone happy...I would feel more confident that not everyone in this world is out to get you and knock you off-track.

We all should at least deserve one thing that is good, pure, and beautiful in our lives. Something that is the rock when we're as wobbly as a noodle, the dream that is able to be transferred to real life. When we fall, it's not too often that we see a hand extended to us for our help. While some people would push it aside and try to get back up on their own, I think it's always wise to get help from whoever is willing enough to give it...it's not often that you find genuine people that probably live in the same world of thinking as you do.