Within those thoughts of fantasy and fairytales lie gloden glimmers of hope and beautiful endings. So we choose to stay there. We stay there until the reality of what is expected of us comes back, knocking at us at the end of the day. We learn how to make it look alright from an outsiders perspective, as we wait for the darkness at days end to take us to our dreams. Sometimes we play there, as we rest. The joy is renewed until the cast of sun upon our face at daybreak awakens us to the gray again. The cycle is repeated. Waiting, wondering, wanting, hoping but never knowing for sure where it leads.
Then the opportunity to live the fantasy presents itself. Like pandora's box, safety and routine is assured only unless the fantasy is opened, but once it has escaped, our reality will have changed and never be what it was again.
Is the fantasy worth the risk?
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