“I don’t know what i want.”
“I’m a walking doubt…”
“Relationships don’t work all the time. And people get back on their feet and try to find the one that does.”
“what we had wasn’t real”
FINALLY. Now we know how to get over this bugger. Thank, GOD. The whole ordeal was kinda getting to me for a second there. What have we learned from this mistake, children? Never show your hand and keep your poker face. Else, you’re just a sucker waiting to be robbed of everything you have, including your dignity and pride.
In true fashion, I leave you an excerpt from Spanish playwright Pedro Calderón de la Barca, La vida es sueño (Life is a Dream), which, I think, is only appropriate to celebrate this joyous occasion. (And just in case you’re curious about the play, here’s a LINK to the English translation over at Project Gutenberg. Go click! It’s free! And educational!)
I dream that I am here
of these imprisonments charged,
and I dreamed that in another state
happier I saw myself.
What is life? A frenzy.
What is life? An illusion,
A shadow, a fiction,
And the greatest profit is small;
For all of life is a dream,
And dreams, are nothing but dreams.
No one can live up to a dream. And the dream is .. well .. a dream. We all need to wake up from it, however way we can and go on with life – we cry, we move, we change, we cope, we settle. I don’t want a dream. I want to have a reality that comes with lows. I want that reality that has lazy Monday blues, stressful Tuesdays, hurried Wednesdays, thirsty Thursdays, pasta/wine/movie on Fridays, football matches on Saturdays, grocery shopping on Sundays, and a whole lot of reality in between. And maybe, when the realities have become a part of life, when that dance has been perfected over time, I can see glimpses of the past dream and say to myself, “Why bother dreaming? This reality is so much better.”
