I have two friends…Reality and Fantasy. I’ve grown up with both. Let me start by telling you about Fantasy. He‘s fun; full of life! Dull days are breathtaking when he’s around. A little manipulative and over bearing but I can deal with that…he makes me happy. It’s an odd relationship, I love him and yet cry myself to sleep at night. He‘s full of promises; so many false hopes. It’s an exciting life! Always up then down. Nothing is ever constant. He’s such a beautiful lie I keep telling myself will one day come true, one day stick around, one day be real. Fantasy is like the pink gas clouds you see in movies. Gently overwhelming a person. Confusing them into oblivious sleep. Yeah it’s a little intoxicating. You dream of a journey you’re sure you finished but wake up at the start line. Temporary bliss.

Reality? Well she’s something else. Like a slap in the face...but somehow refreshing after all the lies. I get so stuck in my head with Fantasy. She tells the truth as it is. Straight facts. Between you and me I’m not sure she’s ever heard of the phrase, “let me down slowly.” She means well. *shrugs* Somehow after a day of disappointments Reality assures me there’s another day. I get to try again. Instead of expecting a dream I can live…in real life. Races aren’t as simple as in dreams but I can actually make progress. Fun…isn‘t the word I’d use to describe her but constant is. She’s always there like the sun at the beginning of the day and the moon at night. If Fantasy is like a sleeping gas the Reality is like a glass of cold water. A rude awakening but welcome rescue.

Which would I rather? Fantasy and his beautiful lies…or…Reality and her harsh truth. In all honesty I will stick with Reality. She doesn’t get enough credit. Stoic and Rough as she is, she also has many hidden beauties and pleasures. Am I going to get dump Fantasy. No! Cuz what’s Reality without a bit of dreaming?