Im tired of the fantasy.

It is inherent for humans to beg for the fantasy, the unreal, the ideal, the dreamy, and the surreal...

I'm tired of the fantasy, because it doesn't really exist. And there are never really any surprises, and it never really...Delivers. And I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of everything else for that matter.

It is just obvious that everyone of us, begs to be in a famous happy ending scene strolling into the sunset(hey, isn't that painful for the eyes?). But let's get real here, how many of us get to do so? There's probably just a minute percentage of people who would actually say yes to that. But if there's one thing that keeps people believing in fantasies is that they may come true by some freak chance. It's like winning the lottery but winning is winning right, whether the odds are stacked against you or not.

I've come to a point where fantasies aren't what I really need right now. These things, though sometimes push me to my best, are, sad to say, distractions to what's ahead of me. I don't know what's with me, but I seem to get lost within one fantasy and forget what's really real. I became so obsessed with the ideal that I lost track with what's there in front of me and thus having a problem I didn't have to face.

Anyway, things so far have been kind to me. Everything is looking up and maybe soon enough, I'll be tired of getting tired of the fantasy. We are after all human, unpredictable, mundane, real. Good night :)

Au revoir.