The may be stupidity..
Perks of having a creative side in self. You create more than
you can handle. There comes a time when you feel no joy in creating things
which others can see, admire, criticise, recommend etc. Blessed are those who
can keep their creativity to themselves, in their heart in their mind. Playing with
reality is no creativity you can’t create what has already been created. When you
play games with reality you need proper to real tools, weapons and mindset in order
to win or even just to survive.
When was the last time you had a face off with reality? It was
not long ago but you refuse to admit it because creative mind constantly argues
with you. Again creative here is a metaphor to dream. When you dream of
something or someone you give it your best deny every possibility that reality
has other plans for you.
Dreams always ask maybe reality is not that harsh, face
reality with dreams in your eyes maybe one day the cold and harsh reality will
allow you to walk on your chosen path. Whereas reality says maybe if they quit
dreaming stupid dreams and face what i have for them with pride and dignity
they might learn the truth of life that for surviving you need dreams but for
living you want realistic attitude.
Reality asks to me, what is in this maybe thing that dream
offers each and every one? Why you and others fight so hard with it to me? It
is a lie? I take a deep breath and reply “yes i
know; i know that saying maybe after ever battle with you is a lie but it gives
me joy, satisfaction and hope. Maybe you will lose the next time we meet; maybe
you are not as harsh as you look. Maybe gives me strength to face you again,
maybe protects the remains of my dream, maybe hurts me less that your truth. Maybe
is the cave where i don’t need light to see as there is nothing to see just to
feel. Feel the lies it is so satisfying to deny your existence reality.
Reality looks into my eyes “stop chasing fairy tales, create
them but don’t be a part of it, don’t play a role in it.” May be has made you
blind if you walk on dream's path for too long you will end up walking in
circles and then that will become your reality. Every day with same events,
with same people, with the same you; the blind folded may be you.
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