I usually refrain from indulging in all things fantasy. I would like to really, but I have come to realize that it’s nothing more than a dangerous past time… taking you to places that exist only in your warped mind, making you believe in things that would make even Hobbits and Elves seem more belief worthy.
I’ll show you how pointless fantasies can be. This is an example of a typical fantasy that I find myself instantly indulging in whenever I let myself go:
I imagine that Edward Cullen(the lead vamp in the Twilight series… that oh so delicious and scrumptious man…*fanning myself*) and I are married. One day, he goes on some vampire excursion and leaves me all by my human self at home… leaving me at the mercy of my side boo, Niklaus Mikaelson(the delicious hybrid in the Originals). I imagine that he(Edward Cullen) comes back early and catches us together… and me, kid in a candy shop, tongue hanging out and drool on point, which man candy do I choose over the other? Tell me, which?
And since this is happening only in my mind, and there are no boundaries, can’t I have them both then, these delicious men of my fantasy? Sigh…
Back to reality.
You see how seemingly worthless this fantasy business can be? How time-wasting?
What about the other type of fantasy though, the one they call love…
The time will come in your life when you will fall in love.You will fall in love so hard, so fast, so deep… love intense like nothing you ever imagined. Love so life changing that it will leave you reeling from its reverberation… love so solid. Love so pure.
Now, the time will also come when you will realize that the love was only on your part. It was all you. All that life changing, soul touching love… it was just you. It may have started with the other person, but somewhere along the line, you were left alone in that fantasy.
When you are asked about it, you smile, and you tell the most epic of love stories… how you met… how you ended… all so artistic and pretty. But when they ask the other person… you, the one who is/was so in love, you… you will be discussed as nothing more than a passing occurrence. You will discover that you never happened. You will discover that while the other person touched your soul to its core, you didn’t do same. At least not to them.
When you discover that, how will you feel? Hurt? Heart broken? Embarrassed? Angry? Indifferent? How do react to the fact that you have been forgotten by someone who you clearly haven’t and maybe can’t forget? Do you suck it up and move ahead? Do you stop and ponder? Do you take a trip back in time?
In a bid to rescue your now floundering self-image, you start to remedy your shattered fantasy with a new one. You ask yourself, Could it be all of the above? Or could it be that you were never really forgotten? Could it be that you are a topic so sore, so real, that the person would rather pretend that you didn’t exist than face the fact that it was real? Even then, how would it feel to know that you are something someone wants to forget so desperately? Would it be flattering, the fact that you are maybe causing that person somewhat sleepless nights?
You just found out that the person you thought loved you obviously didn’t(at least not in the way you had imagined) and now you want to build another castle on an already demolished one? Really? What are you, the rogue fantasy spider? Spinning your web without direction and caution? Hah!!!
When it comes to love and feelings. Fantasy cannot be allowed to thrive. Please… it will eat you up in the end, the damned cancer that it is. There is either this or that. Hardly any dreamy gray areas. The problem with us is that we know this but we still choose to flourish. He is married but you choose to stay knowing he’ll never leave his wife for you… She is bored and wants a distraction but still you stick around, happy to be someone’s play thing… He has a temper and you know you can’t deal but you stay… She irritates you with all her lying and you know it’s gonna end someday yet you linger. Why do we bother hanging around when we already know the sad outcomes? Why do we think we can somehow influence events that have already been set in place to hurt us, break us, make us bleed inside? Why can’t we save ourselves? Why do we gut ourselves repeatedly with blades fashioned by our own hands?
About love, about hurt, about feelings… know these two things:
1) Realistically speaking, the heart cannot be broken. It is made up of smooth muscles. Expansion, bruising, shrinking… yes, but never breaking. Unless yours is made of glass. You heart cannot be broken! Remember that.
2)It is better not to love at all… than to love and have it taken away from you. The pain will be phenomenal. There is no such thing as “let me just take what I can get”. Don’t settle. You cannot miss something you never had. However, to have had something and then to lose it… ahh… miss it you will till the day you die.
So please… open your eyes. Gone are the days when fantasies were romantic and love blind as a three hundred year old mole. Fantasies will kill you faster than you can say ‘hobbit’. Love is not blind anymore but sees in 3D. Again, open your eyes. Forget the day dreaming. Focus on and accept reality. What is working for you and what isn’t? Identify, divide, and eliminate any phenomena that needs eliminating. See, reality can sometimes be like an angry woman(in the “hell hath no fury like Maleficent scorned” way), but the moment you make up with ‘her’, accept ‘her’, you’ll find that she is warm, voluptuous, and kisses like a dream.
Guard your hearts… for really, out of it are the issues of life.
Guard it I say.
Thanks for reading guys… you are all so delicioooous!!!
See ya next Wednesday!